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Her backpack? The real villain of the day. It clung to her like a clingy octopus, squishing her skinny frame from all sides. No wonder she secretly called this daily chaos her “morning gymnastics class.”
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She rolled her eyes, let out a sigh worthy of an Oscar, and finally—closed her eyes for a moment.
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A moment too long.
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Because when she opened them again, she looked like a panicked squirrel caught in headlights.
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“Wait... my book—”
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Her poetry book. Her heart. Left behind. At home. On her bed. Under Pinky.
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No, no, no, no, NO—
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(Oh, right. Did I mention she’s a poet? Of course she is. But only to herself.)
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Would she cry? No. Anna never cries. That’s not her vibe.
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But she does have a warning for the world:
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Don’t look at her.
Don’t smile at her.
Don’t breathe in her direction.
And under absolutely no circumstances—do. Not. Get. Caught. In. Her. Death. Glare.
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She glared at everything. The floor. The walls. The scuffed shoes of the man next to her. Even the poor, innocent trees outside the window weren’t safe. She glared at them too.
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But then—she felt it.
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A gaze. Someone watching.
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She whipped her head around so fast, her neck cracked. But there was no one. No one at all.
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Still, the sensation lingered. Like a ghost hand brushing the back of her neck.
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Someone was watching. She’d swear on Pinky’s stitched little heart.
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Slowly, she turned her eyes back to the window. Her brain shouted, “STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!” “GLARE HARDER!”
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But that’s when it happened.
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She froze.
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Her blood turned to ice.
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A vivid image rushed through her mind—the one from last night. The shadow. The whisper. The thing she saw. And pretended she didn’t.
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Her knees wobbled slightly.
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For a second, she thought—I might faint.
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But then, just like that, the moment passed.
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She blinked.
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The world returned. The train. The crowd. The suffocating backpack. The squeaky window. All… normal.
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But inside her? Something had shifted.
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Her cold eyes began to water. Just a little. Not enough to fall. Not enough to notice. But enough to hurt. Enough to ache.
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And somewhere, deep in her chest, something whispered:
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“You’re not alone anymore.”
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Author’s Note: Hey lovely readers! 💖 First of all, thank you *so so much* for the support and kind comments on Chapter 1. I never expected my crazy chaotic little story to reach anyone’s heart like that 🥺✨
Anna’s journey continues—with a train full of noise, a missing poetry book, and… something strange watching from the shadows 👀 Will she ever get a peaceful morning? Doubt it.
If you enjoyed this chapter, feel free to leave a comment, scream about Leo (aka the Poop King 🐶), or just vibe with me. I’d love to hear what you think and where you think the story might go. 💭
More chaos, mystery, and accidental butt-slaps coming soon! 😂 –Ash 💫🌙
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