I leave with a dreading sigh of never wanting to come back. This place held all the trinkets and dust you could ever want and yet never need. Just the sound of all the annoying bells when you first walk into these stores drives me insane. I can’t remember what caused my emotions to go haywire with such anger at such a market. Maybe because all the stores in this market are basically all the same. Everyone just sells the hoards they kept in there house for years, deciding they need money since they wasted all of it on that junk. So they sell all of it and get paid twice as much as what they bought it for. Which is why this particular market is nicknamed “The Dust Gathering.”
“Gimme my stuffed bear, you ash-hole!” my younger sister, Phoenix, screams to me.
“Hey, language. You need to learn to be more patient! We haven’t even got to the apartment yet!” I argued with determination. “I still can’t believe you bought this thing in the first place. It’s grudgingly hideous.”
Phoenix then gave me a growling snare, snatching the ugly bear from my hands.
All throughout the way home, I kept having a feeling that someone was following us. "This is why we don't go to this particular market. It's weird, and it feels weird." I thought to myself.
“Lizzy!! Come get your food!!” Phoenix screams across the apartment to summon her cat.
Wattling into the kitchen, the chubby cat stares as I come through the small balcony door with a basket of nearly dried clean clothes.
“Do you really have to scream? Geez, I can hear you from outside. I thought you already feed her?” I asked with no patience.
“My cat needs to be fat. Just like you. Besides you forgot to feed her this morning. Again!” Phoenix argued back.
“So? That doesn’t mean you need to feed her double!” I complained. “And I’m not fat!” I loudly stated pinching the skin on my slim waist.
I cleaned up the table from the take-out pizza we ate for dinner. I put Phoenix to bed, walking away from her room, I heard a creak in the floor. Since this is an old apartment, I wasn’t surprised. But the floor creaked where I wasn’t stepping.
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