2 Myers

"Yeah I guess you're right Quinn." She says in a reassuring tone of voice.

As we walk down the hall I see a figure down the hall by the lockers glancing over to me. His eyes burrow into mine, as if he's reading me trying to find my deepest and darkest secrets.

"Hey Lyra who's that?" I asked her nudging my head in his direction.

"Oh that's Myer's he's on the football team with Jack. He's single you know." She responded back to me.

"Now I didn't ask all that. Also, why would he want me?"

"Your not ugly you know. Guys find you attractive."

"Who?" I asked her curiously. Every time there was a dance at school I was always a third wheel to Lyra and her date. No one has shown any type of interest for me, ever.

"Well... I can't think of any names but their are some out there." She said squeezing on my arm.

"When you find them call me." I respond back to her.

Before I knew it, we were at my car. I wave Lyra off and told her that I will see her later in the day. I hop in my 2004 Yellow Volkswagen beetle. I got this car for my 16th birthday from my grandfather. I was so ecstatic to get this car my Grandfather kept having to drop me off everywhere and he was always late to pick me up so most days of my adolescents I spent on the cement curve on Hilltop Dr. I pull out the driveway and head on down the street to work.

My town was not something that people would want to hear about. I live in St. Helena, California. It's a small town with a population of over 6,000 people. There is not a lot of interesting things that happen in this town, except for the influx of wolves around here. There have been rumors of men turning into wolfs, which would make it a werewolf. I mean have you ever heard of something so silly, werewolves in this town why would they come here? There was a man who reported to the St. Helena police that he saw one lurking around the local store at night. The police obviously didn't believe him and shrugged it off, they thought him insane. The next day he went back to the store to see if the wolf would be there again.

After that we have never heard from that man again, he is probably in a psych hospital somewhere. Next thing I know I'm at work, I pull my car into the nearest parking space, grab my purse and head into the work. I grab open the rusty door as the bell up top rings. This is the 203rd ring I've heard meaning I've been working here for 203 days. I sit down my bag on the counter and start looking for Ida, my boss.

"Ida, where are you? I just showed up." I yell as my look around for her, I swear she is like Lyra's younger brother always lost and can never be found.

"I'm down here Quinneth." She yells from the storage closet downstairs to the left. I head down there to see what she is doing. As I walk down the stairs, I swat away the cob webs and dust, can't have an antique store without the store being antique itself. I leave the stairs in my past to find Ida on the ground surrounded by old photo albums. The cool thing about this store is all the cool things we get. I mean from old lambs, photo albums and letters all from the past. It is amazing and honestly reassuring to know how life was back then.

"Hey Ida, what are you looking for exactly in these old photo albums?" I ask her in a questioning tone. We hardly ever have people come in here looking for things like this.

"Oh, there was a gentleman that came by asking for a 1942 Christmas album saying that it was his great-grandmothers." She said as she kept going through all the albums. I sit on the floor with her and start to help her. I pick up one that said, "Anne the modest". I opened it up to see a girl around my age with a long Victorian dress and a very sophisticated hat with a tall umbrella hanging over her shoulder staring directly into the camera. She looks unhappy and lost like she is looking for meaning. I close the album gently and sit it on the hardwood floor next to me. I put my hands on the floor to rise up and walk around the room to look for the mysterious 1942 Christmas album.

I see in the distance a shiny book in the corner of the walls. I lift my legs over the boxes to reach the album. With one leg behind me and the other bent I lean down and grab the shiny mystery book in confidence. I walk back over to where Ida is as she sits on the floor with her ruby red glasses hanging off the tip of her button nose as she searches aimlessly for the album. I dust off the book and low and behold the title of it is "1942 Christmas Album".

"Ida, I found it. Is this it?" I said as I handed her the book. Her hands with the red nail polish takes it from my barren nailed hands and starts to look in it. She repeats to herself, "Shiny book... 1942 Christmas... Yes, this is it thank you so much Quinneth." She says to me as she proceeds to get up, I see her struggling, I reach down to help her up. She thanks me with a nod as she dusts off her pants. "OK, let's mosey on up the stairs and get this wrapped up." She says as I follow her up the stairs, I shut the door behind me and walks over to the front desk.

"Quinneth would you mind helping out that customer while I wrap this album up." She asks as she begins to look for the wrapping paper and bags.

"Sure thing Ida." I respond to her. I walk over to the tall man who has his hands in his pockets looking around the store. He is maybe about 50 years old, standing at 6'2 with pepper gray hair. "Sir, I say as I reach out for his hand in return he turns around and takes my hand on his giant one, "my name is Quinneth Worthingshire I work here is there anything I can help you with?" I ask in my work tone of voice. We really don't have a lot of customers that come in here that are young. It is mostly older men and women that are looking for mirrors or old heirlooms.

"Hi, I am here to pick of a photo album for my grandmother, she was supposed to pick it up." He says in a deeply tone.

"Oh yeah the 1942 Christmas Album, um follow me to the counter my boss, Ida, should have it already wrapped up for you." I said as I turn and head for the desk, he follows behind me hot on my trail. I see Ida finishing up with the album she hands the bag to me as I turn around back to the customer.

"Thank you, how much is this going to be?" He says as he reaches his hand in his back pockets to bring out his leather black wallet. I wave my hand in a no no no tone.

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