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 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。。・:*:・★,。・:*:・゚☆

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。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。。・:*:・★,。・:*:・゚☆

"Sunny, are you leaving or staying behind? I don't want you to be locked inside the shop." Mrs. Mayflower asked walking to the back with her cane

"No, Mrs. mayflower I'm staying behind. I will clean the shop up for you. Besides I got to finish up my studying for exams. You get home safely." She shooed Mrs. Mayflower going back to her books

"I should tell you the same thing. I don't want to see another pretty young lady like yourself going missing." Mrs. Mayflower said with worry

"I will be fine Mrs. Mayflower."

Mrs. Mayflower went to the back exit of the shop. Sunny never heard the door close but she did hear it make that squeaky noise when it was closing.

Sunny began humming her tune again as she always did. She sighed closing her books ending her study session. She went to the back of the corner shop to water the baby sprouts.

She stopped immediately getting a weird feeling that she wasn't alone. She slowly looked behind her.

Nothing there. She breathed calming herself down, when it was completely silent she chuckled to herself.

"I am so paranoid" she chuckled to herself

She began to water the sprouts again making her hum the tune again. She put down the watering tin and turned on the special light that mimicked the effect of sunlight. She turned back around seeing a daisy sitting in the middle of the floor.

She immediately froze up looking around again. She picked up the flower and put it back in the vase of daisies......sitting all the way across the room.

She went back to the front counter seeing another yellow daisy placed right next to her stuff. Along with the misplaced flower
was , her satchel ,laying on the floor. Her keys, her id, and her school ID was shuffled around on the floor.

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