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- Mar 18, 2018
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After nearly 2 minutes of scrounging at the bottom of her bag, Cierra was disappointed to find only gum wrappers, some loose change, and an old tube of lip gloss. Without emptying the entire contents of her purse on the porch in a dramatic display, it was fairly obvious that her house keys were missing. Letting out a pained groan, Cierra zipped up her bag and turned around to face away from the home she’s lived in since she was an infant. Her parents weren’t home yet, probably wouldn’t be for another half hour, and it was too cold to stand outside and wait on them. Shoving her bare hands into her coat pockets for warmth, Cierra shuffled her feet and scanned over to her neighbor’s house. She smiled at the sight of a familiar car parked in the driveway.
Pulling her hand from her pocket only after she’d made it to the front door, Cierra quickly pushed the doorbell twice. Waiting for a response, the raven-haired 19 year old hugged herself. Vigorously rubbing her palms along her arms, she silently berated herself for choosing to wear such a thin jacket on such a chilly day. C’mon, c’mon, she willed her neighbor to answer the door faster, the tips of her nose and ears starting to turn pink from cold.
Pulling her hand from her pocket only after she’d made it to the front door, Cierra quickly pushed the doorbell twice. Waiting for a response, the raven-haired 19 year old hugged herself. Vigorously rubbing her palms along her arms, she silently berated herself for choosing to wear such a thin jacket on such a chilly day. C’mon, c’mon, she willed her neighbor to answer the door faster, the tips of her nose and ears starting to turn pink from cold.