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need the money. I might save for...something.”
    She shrugged her shoulders. She might save for something , what a stupid response. She couldn’t even use the excuse of having to go to college, she didn’t plan on going. They usually didn’t stay in one place long enough. Without giving the woman a chance to respond, she started walking towards the door.  As she pulled it open she heard the bell above her head erupt. The blast of cold air that hit her face was refreshing, taking a step onto the pavement she was stopped by yet another polite cough.
    Keep moving Cora, don't look back.
    Her body ignored the instruction and turned to face the woman. She was stood right next to her. Only just managing to contain a shriek, she stumbled back. When had the woman moved? Why hadn’t she heard anything? What was she?
    “Cora, my name is Tabitha Preston. You can start Saturday. The shop opens an hour later so you can settle in before the first customer arrives.”
                  Without waiting for an answer she smiled and walked back into the shop leaving her stood on the street. She had a job? How had that happened? The only comfort, was that even the right word? The only thing she could take away from that meeting was the feeling that the woman was used to getting her own way and she certainly had. Cora never stood a chance.
                  The cold wind nipped at her bare hands. She rummaged around in her pockets and then mentally kicked herself, she made a move down the street jamming her hands deep into her pockets. Her warm gloves were on the cabinet in the ominous shop with the peculiar woman and her amazing, yet strange, leaf green eyes. She wasn’t going back in there, it was a struggle to break eye contact and walk away, plus she could be forced to do something else. The woman pushed forward some unknown feelings and this made her nervous.
                  As she walked she found herself wondering how her mother knew Tabitha. Sure, her mother could be kooky at times, a little bit weird, but Tabitha took the definition of strange to a whole new level. She didn’t exactly scream normal in the robe thing she wore. She walked briskly up the main street as the wind continued attacking every available piece of flesh.
                  She thought of the woman's compelling presence, her striking black hair, those eyes, her soft spoken voice and the stairs without a door. Why did she feel like there was something about Tabitha that was so familiar?
    “Hey witch! You haven’t got your witch friend to save you this time!”
                  The already familiar male voice shouted the words at her, shocking her out of her mental turmoil. Within the same second of his voice reaching her, she heard the laughter that seemed to glide along the waves of the cool wind, wind that was circling her body, again.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
    PAIN
     
    He stood, tall and intimidating mere feet in front of her. Why hadn’t she noticed him? She knew why the moment her head decided to ask the question, she'd been caught up in her own little world thinking of the woman in the shop, when in fact, he was the reason she'd been placed in that situation bullying her like that. He was the one she should worry about.
                  His eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement whilst her stomach turned in nauseating circles, knotting themselves into a tight mess. Was there a sign on her head that said: ‘Easy Target, attack! ’ At the first available minute she would remember to take that sign down and place a new one there, one that said: ‘I will kick your arse if you attempt to belittle me or laugh at me.’ A sign she would never act upon but hopefully the words alone would stop people.
                  Dumb and dumber who were stood behind him cackled, their shiny, bright red faces staring at her.
    “Leave me