-Don't have a title yet- (Ch. 2)

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-Chapter Two-2

When I walked into the store, I didn't see anybody. Everything seemed untouched; the shelves were against the walls and parallel in places where there wasn't one. It seemed like a picture perfect bakery. It smelled sweet of sugar and would just make you want to melt. I walked through the double-thick isle to the counter; what I wanted wasn't going to be on any of the shelves, so I rang a bell and waited for Alexander's father to come out and help me.3

I only had to wait a few minutes, and when Mr. Monroe walked out of the back room he was wiping his hands off on a small towel. "Hello, sir, how are you?" I asked politely, as I was taught to since I was younger. "Very well, thanks, what about you?" he replied, which was the most frequent response from everybody. "I'm doing well. Could you please get me a pound and a half of sugar?" I've always been nice as I could possibly with the people who work in town, because I care about how people see me as a person (and if people are to talk about me I don't want it to be anything bad.) "One moment."4

I was hoping that in the "moment" it would take Mr. Monroe to get my sugar Alexander would come into the shop so I could see him. I've never actually talked to him, but my friends have and they've told me. To my dismay, I was still the only person in the store when I got my sugar and paid. So I turned around and went to leave. As I grabbed the door knob, it twisted under my hand. Before I could take a step back, the door swung at me and knocked me over. The package from earlier and my sack of sugar both fell. Sugar flowed out onto the floor. It was a huge mess!5

I had kept my eyes to the floor for a minute or two before looking up to see who knocked me down. From my spot on the floor, I saw a tall man who was half blocked by the door. He took a step forward and offered me his hand. As I took it, I finally noticed who it was. It was Alexander! I was hoping I'd bump into him, but I didn't mean litterally! That doesn't mean I wasn't happy; if I was ever going to be knocked to the ground, Alexander would be my first choice.6

He was more amazing than I remembered, and feeling the warmth of his hand holding mine gave me butterflies. I was too busy daydreaming when he appologized, "I'm sorry, Miss," that I had to make a fool of myself and ask what he had said. But he willingly repeated himself. "It's fine. I was planning on being knocked to the ground at some point today, so I guess it was you who decided to help me." I had never really been funny, and I never really treid; I had too many things to be worried about without making myself pleasing around others.7

Alexander asked if I was alright, then offered to pay for a replacement bag of sugar. I couldn't deny the offer, because I didn't have any more money to use. His father made him pick up the spilled sugar while he got me another sack. When he came back out to hand it to me, he winks. I don't know why he did, but it gave me a good feeling. I think Mr. Monroe likes me.8

Afterward, Alexander went to talk to his father, and I took that as my cue to leave. I walked out the door (without getting knocked over) and started on my way home. I was both happy and sad. I was happy because I got to see Alexander, but upset because I didn't really get to talk to him. I doubt he'll even remember me; even after today. I guess that's just how things are going to go.9

What I wasn't expecting to happen is just what did. When I was about halfway to the path that would take me back home, Alexander came up to me out of breath. He had apparently ran to catch up with me, and not just casually seen me. I was estatic! I didn't think I'd ever get to talk to him again. We started to talk about everything. He appologized for knocking me over again (and again and again). Then he asked me why I was out alone and not with my mother or any other family.