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I wrote this quickly for an english project that my class had a week to do while I had 2 blocks. Because of that, it's most likely lacking, but try to enjoy it anyway.

      Looming in the darkness outside an abandoned shack, Amanda could hear the bushes rustling nearby, as if someone, and not only the wind, was there, waiting to uncover her presence. She thought she had lost him in the woods, but it was entirely possible that he had followed the moon beams bounding off her shimmering blonde hair. Holding her breath, Amanda became as still as humanly possible and lay in await of her follower. A shadow passed over her hiding spot, which caused her to wish she could shrink back in the side of the building and cease to exist.
      "I know you are here somewhere." His once sweet, beautiful voice was mutilated into the one she heard now, hash and rough. Her guess was the he had been drinking that evening, and in Amandas mind she could see his eyes, his red, wide eyes, gleaming in the moon light and reflecting on the side of his liquor bottle. His foot stepped inches away from Amandas safe hiding place and stopped all too suddenly. She closed her eyes, and expected the worse.
      It hadnt been this way when she met him. Amanda would have had never thought he could be this hideous beast that was now on the hunt. With her last twinge of energy before passing out, she remembered how all began.

***

      The breeze played wistfully with the tips of Amanda Cornas hair as she stepped out of the deserted front door of Softspen High School. She turned up the collar of her coat and peered toward the parking lot, searching for anyone she knew with a car. Usually, she would meet a late senior just leaving the lot, and asked for a ride. She was saving up to get herself a car, but her $8 an hour job at the library, with minimal shifts, hadnt increased her pocket book by the amount of which she was hoping. In fact, she only had about five hundred dollars awaiting her future in the bank.
      The lot was empty. Her eyes shrunk bitterly at the thought of Mr. Brownsen keeping her behind in chemistry to give her a lecture on her most recent test. The entire time, she had been looking at the classroom door, covered in scientific posters, inparticular one of a Bohr model that someone had written, "this is Bohring," upon, and she drowned out his words with the sound of chewing her cherry bubble gum. Because of this, it looked like she was going to have to walk to work, which sat nicely all the way across town. This was something that had to begin immediately, even though she would be definitely be late. Ms. Simmons, a wrinkled shell of a librarian, had always threatened her that she would be fired if she was late, but it never happened. She figured that she could become more respectful, but this time it simply wasnt her fault.
      Lengthening her jean-clad legs, Amanda began her journey. At every car that passed, she thought how wonderful it would be to have that be one of her friends who would stop for her, or if that person would just simply give her that car.
      No such luck. After nearly an hour and a half, she could see the library in the distance, under a row of evergreens, and getting a ride wouldnt be of any use. Outside, a wonderful looking black Buick was parked. It shone in the small amount of sunlight that escaped the horrid prison of clouds. Amanda had to stop herself from drooling all over it, knowing she was already late. It was just that the car was so beautiful.
      "Hello Ms. Simmons," Amanda chimed, trying to be extra cheery, in an attempt to make up for her tardiness.
      "Youre late." Cruelty poured out of Ms. Simmons skin and oozed onto the book trolley she was standing beside. The old lady looked as though she had never left the library, and, in fact, Amanda had never been in the library and not seen Ms. Simmons perched in one of the corners or behind the large cedar desk. Ms. Simmons even had a cat who resided in the library with her, whom she showed her only affection to. This gray and orange feline was named Oscar Wilde. He inhabited a small corner of the library, and hissed whenever Amanda passed. Amanda didnt think that his name suit him, except for the fact that Oscar went after any little boys in the library.
      Amanda was just about to explain her predicament of not finding at ride, when a clean shaven young man, with hair neatly combed and not a dot of dirt anywhere on him, whom she had never seen before, burst up to the counter from the fiction section. 
      "Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could put the car advertisement on your bulletin board." His voice was the most beautiful sound Amanda had heard all day.
      "Who are you?" Ms. Simmons didnt trust men, and even feared them, which explained the fact that the entire library staff was female, and that she always hissed under her breath when men came into the library. Some of them hissed back. 
      "Randy Bradshaw." Randy extended his gracefully long fingers to grasp Ms. Simmons, who pulled back as though she had been shocked. He returned his had to the pocket of his leather jacket, trying to cover his anger toward the senile woman. "Can I or not?" His words shot impatiently with a glare what could melt ice. Ms. Simmons glanced outside, at the car Amanda had torn herself from, and then back at the leather clad gentleman.
      Following Ms. Simmons eyes, Amanda raised her voice. "That car?"
      "Yeah, Im trying to unload it so I can make rent."
      "How much?"
      "A couple hundred."
      Amandas heart skipped a beat and her brain seemed to take this opportunity to scream at her excitedly. "Dont bother putting up that poster, you just sold your car." Quickly negotiating a deal and exchanging information, the teenagers agreed that Amanda would journey to Randys house at some point after the weekend, and they could make the exchange at that time. This seemed easiest, since Amanda would have to consult her parents before spending her hard-earned money. They were weird that way; too over protective of their only child, as parents tend to be. Randy exited swiftly, with Amandas eyes on his back, and with her lips widening.
      "That boy is no good. You shouldnt associate with him." Ms. Simmons hadnt moved from her previous position of startled recoil until now. Her eyes were wide with fear.
      "Ill get to work," Amanda stated, brushing off the womans odd comment. Shed start respecting her some other day, but right now all she could think of was the way Randy wore his jacket and how shed look while inside what was soon to be her car.

***

      With school at an end, Amanda couldnt wait to walk to the address she kept on a small slip of paper in her left shoe. She had read and re-read the paper many times, folding it and unfolding it until it was on the verge of tearing in two. 423 Janisses Place. With a sweet sigh, Amanda stepped onto the sidewalk and sauntered up the street. She had been very tempted to just pop by the address over the weekend, just to stop in an talk to Randy. This idea was quickly killed due to the fact that Amanda was extremely shy when it came to small talk, especially when it was with people she didnt know too well. Or, in this case, at all.
      423 Janisses Place. Amandas legs stopped outside a pleasing little driveway with a mall box reading Randy Bradshaw. The uneven gravel driveway curved into a thick forest of pines and evergreens. Entering under the canopy of this tiny timberland, her light source was cut in half and the temperature sliced by even more. 
      Off to her right, a bush chuckled at her, moving to and fro quickly. A scream escaped her mouth before her hand could prevent it, and she was embarrassed to realize it had only been the work of a small black rabbit.
      "Did Shadow scare you?" That sweet voice was at her back. Only it didnt seem the same. She spun to see Randys face, dirty and red. His eyes shone like a pool of blood in the pale light.
      "No." Amanda couldnt take her eyes from his transformed facial features.
      "Good." He stalked by her, toward what appeared to be his garage. She followed, as though he had said to do so.
      "I have your money right here." Amandas voice couldnt help trembling a little. Randy was working away at something on his garage table. A glint of steal could be seen reflecting the trivial amount of light from the sky.
      "Whats that?" Amandas legs flet like rocks, and her voice was frail. Without warning, Randy turned quickly on his heal to show a lengthy crowbar.
      "This should fix our little problem."
      Amandas legs abruptly refound their energy and began to run fast than she thought possible. She ran without knowing her destination, until it was completely impossible to continue. Looming in the darkness outside an abandoned shack, Amanda could hear the bushes rustling nearby, as if someone, and not only the wind, was there, waiting to uncover her presence. She thought she had lost him
in the woods, but it was entirely possible that he had followed the moon beams bounding off her shimmering blonde hair. Holding her breath, Amanda became as still as humanly possible and lay in await of her follower. A shadow passed over her hiding spot, which caused her to wish she could shrink back in the side of the building and cease to exist.
      "I know you are here somewhere." His once sweet, beautiful voice was mutilated into the one she heard now, hash and rough. Her guess was the he had been drinking that evening, and in Amandas mind she could see his eyes, his red, wide eyes, gleaming in the moon light and reflecting on the side of his liquor bottle. His foot stepped inches away from Amandas safe hiding place and stopped all too suddenly. She closed her eyes, and expected the worse.
       It hadnt been this way when she met him. Amanda would have had never thought he could be this hideous beast that was now on the hunt.

      "There you are." Randys voice boomed outside her clenched eyelids. Her eyes tore open slowly, fear streaming from them.
      "Please dont hurt me." Randy leaned over slowly, almost unbalanced, and grabbed her hand softly.
      "I locked the keys in the trunk this morning. Lets go get them out so I can have my rent money."

The End

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