Snippet #1538647

Emma sat in her small store, bored as always. Surprisingly, though she owned the only pharmacy in the town, which also sold small knick-knacks, not many actually came in. She barely made enough to keep it running, though she always managed to find the funds to save it. She sighed, blowing a piece of blond hair out of her face. She played with one of the teddy bears she kept around. If there was anything Emma loved, it'd be teddies. She sold them, hoping to attract small children coming out of school so that she could easily make a profit off their whimsical spending of allowance money.

The bell above the door rang as a customer walked in, but she wasn't a small child. Quite the contrary actually. She was a tall, thin girl. She had pale skin and her raven black hair covered her face, not to mention she wore a long black hoodie and she kept her hood up shading her face, and her sunglasses covered her eyes.

Emma raised an eyebrow. Was she being held up? Not sure how to deal with whatever seemed to be going on, she spoke up, her fragile frame and light voice not at all intimidating, not to mention she was wearing a frilly pink dress. "May I help you, Ma'am?"

The girl looked up, but then quickly looked back down to her black converse. "I'm not sure anyone can help me," She said sarcastically, presenting a small smile at her own joke.

Emma just bit her lip. "Well, okay then... You just, uh, tell me if you need me."

The bell dinged again, and Emma filled with hope that maybe the sheriff was here to protect her from this creepy chick. But no luck, it was Richard. He'd always come, hit on her, buy absolutely nothing, then leave.

"See the sign?" Emma asked, beginning to get sick of his ways. "'No loitering'. You know what that means?"

"Is it... like a weird way to spell 'littering'?" He asked, scratching his head and doing his best to flex his muscles.

"No. It means buy something or get out... please." She was never really mean to anyone, but everyone has to make a living.

He just smirked. "Nice to see you too, doll-face." He then glanced over at the other customer. "Who's your friend?"

"I'm not her friend. The name is Janessa." The raven-haired girl growled.

"New around here?"

She snorted. "Hardly."