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the note and catch the two twenty dollar bills that fall out.
     
    Thought you might want to swing by the bookstore today.
    Love,
    Dad and Liz
     
    And just like that, my morning gets a little better. I pour myself a cup of coffee and make my way over to my dad’s laptop that he left on the kitchen table. I punch in his password and see that as usual he had the news page up.
     
    HEADLINE : Stamford rolls out the red carpet as business mogul L. James Blackwell II buys a 12.6 million dollar home on the Long Island Sound.
     
    12.6 million, geez, I can’t even wrap my head around that number. Oh well though, if you’ve got it, you’ve got it I guess . I scroll down skimming over other headlines when I almost choke on my coffee.
     
    Thunderstorms increase to record numbers Friday morning as several high school students are almost struck by lightning.
     
    Great. Well, at least they aren’t mentioning anyone by name, or anything else that happened for that matter. I shut down the laptop, suddenly disinterested in the news and head upstairs to change.
     
    The weather is still kind of gloomy even though the rain has subsided. Quite frankly I’ve had enough to last me a while. After circling the parking lot of the Town Center a couple of times, I find a space that’s not too far from the bookstore in case it does end up raining again. I walk past a truck waiting for a space when I am almost run down by a black SUV that apparently refused to wait behind the truck.
    I duck between two cars and just barely avoid being hit. “What the…” I look at the plates and realize it’s the same SUV that took the stop sign the other day. What are the odds that two black Tahoes would be cruising around Shippan, both having New York License plates.
    I make my way to the SUV who just pulled into a parking space, not ready to let him get away with this crappy driving twice.
    “What the hell was that?” I start yelling as I approach the open door. “You almost ran me over!”
    “I am so sorry.” I hear the voice call out before I even see the face. A pair of legs in blue jeans and sneakers swing out of the driver’s side, followed by a fitted polo shirt over a muscular chest and shoulders. He looks to be about my age, though I don’t recognize him from school at all. The bits of sun that have made their way through the clouds highlight his black hair as he sets his light blue eyes on me. His jaw is rougher than most of the guys I go to school with, making him look older than what I think he might be.
    “You should be sorry. First you almost make me crash into you a couple of days ago and then you almost run me over!” I huff, throwing my hands up.
    He closes the door behind him. “Oh man, that was you? Damn, now I really feel like an ass. I’m so sorry about that too. I was trying to catch up to the moving truck.”
    I try staying really mad at him, but all I can manage after the apologies is frustration. “Look, I don’t know how they drive in New York, but here, we try not to run people over and we pay a little more attention to our surroundings.” As soon as I finish what I have to say I turn and walk away. I am pretty sure I hear him saying something but I ignore him and continue forward. Ugh, probably one of these rich guys that think they can do whatever they want and just get away with it. I can’t wait to graduate and get the hell away from guys like him.
     
    I open the door to the bookstore and inhale. There’s just something about being in a bookstore or a library and having the smell of the books and all the knowledge and stories they contain surrounding you. I walk over to the Fiction section and begin running my finger along the spines of some of the books as I skim over the titles, taking some out to read the blurb on the back. After putting a few back that make it to my ‘maybe’ list, I start to look for conclusions to some of the series’ that I am currently reading. 
    “Hey, so I didn’t catch your