Debt to the Devil (OLD VERSION)

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Chapter 1

My morning usually isn't that weird, as to say. It starts with simple things, such as a bagel and coffee from the local gas station I go too. And so does the 7,000 people who live in the small town of Gwinnett.

It sadly follows with a fast run to school and, as I like to call it, 7 hours of crap. I mean, that's what school stands for right?

Seven Crappy Hours Of Our Lives.

It fits well, doesn't it?
And before you say anything, yes I got the saying off of Tumblr one night when I was reblogging.

This day wasn't suppose to be different. You see, I don't normally flip off a cop, or kinda (it was an accident) caused damaged to thousands of dollars worth of parts. Motorcycle parts.

To be honest, now that I think about it, as I sit here in the cold holding cell at the local police department, my morning wasn't normal at all. For starters, I woke up happy and carefree.

Unusual, I know. Who wakes up happy at 5:30 in the morning on a school day? Besides on Sunday's or Saturday's, I always wake up confused. Mostly because I would end up on the floor, halfway across my room. One side effect of being an insomniac, I guess.

And maybe a sleepwalker.

I forgot to change into day clothes, which meant I unknowingly walked out of my house to the said gas station in a Disney Princess shirt completed with a purple pair of Juicy brand sweatpants. Yep, there's a cursive 'Juicy' on my butt. I don't even know why I convinced my mom to buy those last year.

One of those phases.

I also grabbed the wrong pair of glasses.

I have 2 pairs: one that's meant to be seen in public, and the other a 'if you see this, you'll just might die of laughter'. You can easily guess which one I grabbed.

Maybe if I had paid attention to my surroundings, I wouldn't be in this mess.

Oh well. Everything happens for a reason, doesn't it? Let's just hope this was all for the right reasons, and none of the wrong ones.

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"Is this all you need Sonya?" The cashier said, calculating my total. Although I don't know why he bothers. I always get the same thing everyday, and the price should also be the same.

Unless they changed the price on the bagel. Which I hope they didn't. I only bought the right amount.

"Yeah, that's all for today. How's Jessica?" I asked. Meanwhile, I was looking for the 10 dollar bill I had somewhere in my jacket pocket.

"She's okay. Thanks for asking." The cashier replied, absentmindedly cracking the bones in his neck. I've never understood how people can do that. it's creepy, but fascinating at the same time.

Yes I've tried. And yes, it ended badly.

"I'm sorry Henry. I know it's somewhere in here!"

"It's alright Sonya. I have all day, plus nobody ever comes in here. It's not as it used to be in the old days."

I smiled at his remark. He's only one year older than me, but is wiser than a four-hundred year old Buddhist.

"Here it is! Took me long enough!" I fished out the crumpled, moist bill. Handing it to Henry, he printed out the receipt and put the bill in the register.

I walked out of the gas station, not before saying my good byes to Henry, trying to balance the coffee and bagel in one hand. In the other hand, I was trying check my watch to see what time it was. Big mistake. I should've waited. I've never been a patient child. Guess it's going to be on my New Years resolutions.