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"A Trip to the Store"

Appearances aren't everything, that's what society tries to make you believe. Looks may not be everything, but to some people they are the only thing that attracts. Looks can even lead to obsession. But what happens when you try hiding your looks and still become the object of someone's obsession?

Clambering through my kitchen, I struggled to find the one thing I had planned to use for the hotdogs I was going to make for my friends tonight. It was my best guy friend's birthday and he wanted to spend it eating hot dogs of all things. We love him, even with how weird he can be sometimes.
The item I was trying so hard to find was a bottle of relish. I knew I bought one not too long ago, where did I put it?
I glanced over to the clock. It was nearly two hours until they were due to arrive. I shrugged, maybe I should just go to the store and grab some. I needed to get some paper plates anyways. 
I went to check myself out in the mirror. I had a large hoodie that made my already small body look even smaller. I had a tight pair of skinny jeans underneath it all. They were the most comfy pair of pants I could find when I woke up this morning. I had my blonde hair up in a bun. I didn't have any makeup on, which made me feel like I looked ugly. But I didn't have time to put on makeup, I had to head out. Fingers crossed that nobody there would recognize me.

After I got to the store, I realized I was one of the only people there, except for the worker behind the register. He shot me an awkward smirk and nodded his head slightly, as if to say 'Hi' as if he was cool. It only came off as creepy. I shot him a quick smile before darting to an isle to avoid his eye contact. Why was that dude making me feel so uncomfortable?
I looked through the isles in the back of the store but had no luck finding any kind of condiments. I figured it'd be right next to the ketchup.
I walked down one isle, then the next. When I came to the next isle, I was face to face with the cashier, which made me jump, then laugh as I tried catching my breath.
"Can I help you find something, miss?" he asked. His voice sounded nasally.
"No thanks," I replied, trying to back up. "I'm just looking around."
He tried to say something else but I had already backed away from him and headed to the next isle. I needed to hurry and find the relish before this guy tries any kinds of moves on me. I was honestly terrified he might try pulling something. There's no way I could call for help, as it was just me and him alone in here.
All of a sudden, the lights shut off, leaving the dim red lights from the exit signs being the only thing illuminating this building. I was completely terrified. I ditched my cart and hid behind a shelf.
"Attention shoppers," boomed the man's voice from the intercom system. "We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties. Please make your way to the front of the store to make your final purchase."
What did he mean 'final purchase'? if the power is out, how can he scan things?
I could hear him making his way over to the isle I was hiding in. It was at this point I knew I had to try and make an escape. I darted toward the front door. I ran and ran until I reached my car. I pulled on the door handle but the door wouldn't budge. Of course I locked it. I looked around to realize I had left my purse inside the building.
I looked toward the store and saw the man speeding toward me in heavy determination. I looked over and saw the only other car on the lot. There was an elderly looking lady sitting inside. I ran to her and banged on her window. She looked over to me in confusion before rolling the window down.
"Please help me, I'm being chased," I pleaded. She looked behind me and saw the man. He noticed who I was talking to and only picked up the pace.
"I'm sorry ma'am," replied the lady. "That's my son. I'm not about to let another one of his victims get away." she reached across and grabbed my hand with a death grip, not even giving me the chance to get free.

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