Chapter 23
I was startled at the sound of my front door slamming. I folded the corner down on the page in my book and poked my head out of my bedroom door. "Mom?" I called out. All I could hear was the shuffling of papers and a couple cabinets opening and closing. She wasn't supposed to be home for another hour so I was confused as to who was in my home. I stepped out, following the unknown noise. I silently stepped down the stairs as my my heart began to speed up. In my head, I was telling myself that these were last few minutes of my life and that there was a serial killer in my home plotting my death. I was one to worry, that explained a lot of things. As you can tell, none of these things were ever true though. Nothing I ever worried about was actually a big deal and shouldn't be fussed about
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