I’m walking through the crowded mall. Shoulders bumping into other shoulders. Smiling faces. Screaming children. This just about sums up a typical day at the mall. My father gave me 30 dollars and told me to leave the house and go do something. I didn’t want to, he made me. I walk around the Stonyburg Mall and I see many places, Hot Topic, Aeropostale, American Eagle, Baskin Robins, Krispy Kreme... Just typical places at a typical mall. I decide to walk into Baskin Robins, it is 98 degrees today. It takes me about 5 minutes to get to Baskin Robins, hiking through many people of all ages and genders. I occasionally look into a store just to wait for the tsunami of people to pass. I enter Baskin Robins and inhale the scent of ice cream, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, lemons sherbet. All the delightful ice cream smells enter my nostrils. I must be standing there like an idiot because people start to stare. I shuffle further into the shop to get to the counter. I stop before getting to the counter to check out some flavors. Hmmmm so many! I decide on some plain old chocolate ice cream. I turn around and run smack into a cloaked person wearing black sunglasses, hat, and jacket. They fall to the ground and stuff spills out of their purse, wallet, lipstick, checkbook, sunglasses (more?), and more items. The wallet is sprawled open. I’m not a very nosy person, but there was a picture in the wallet a picture of a red-headed boy, with freckles and braces. Me. That’s a picture of me. The same picture my mother would carry in her wallet, but my mother died when there was an explosion at the lab she worked at. It couldn’t be her. Could it. I was about to confront this mysterious woman when she picked up her belongings, and ran out of the shop. I have to tell my dad about this!
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