Chapter 12: The Death of Anonymity
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Chapter 12: The Death of Anonymity
Arriving at the meeting spot Lake saw 5 other people were there already. Walking up to them Sam said " Who's leading the hunt today?" An older man walked out of the group and said " I am, Sam." Sam walked up to the older man and handed him the letter. After the man read it he walked up to Lake and said, " I'm Stan, I was told you don't have anything with you and you need an actual weapon to hunt with, so come with me."
Stan started walking into the shed following him inside. Lake saw a bunch of things he wanted. "Wallace said you can take some things on credit and he'll pay us back later." Lake couldn't help thinking how helpful befriending Sam had been so far. He would have to remember to become friends with powerful people's kids in the future.
So Lake decided to close his eyes, and pretend to sleep. Soon the cart started to move. After about a minute of nothing but the sound of the cart moving, Lake heard Stan who was driving the cart yell out, " Hold on!" Lake felt a jerk from the sudden acceleration, and he would have fallen out of the cart if it wasn't for the person next to him holding him in his seat, opening his eyes. He looked over to see a man probably in his mid 20s grabbing his shirt. " Thank you, I wasn't expecting the cart to be this fast." The boy started laughing and said "You're lucky you sat next to me, if it had been Mandy she would have let you fall."
The reason Lake sat next to him had nothing to do with luck, but whatever he still owed him so he decided not to point it out. It would be Lake's good deed of the day. Lake looked at the woman on the other side of the cart and decided she did look like someone who would have let him fall.
Looking back Lake saw the hand that had grabbed him was now outstretched waiting for a handshake. Not wanting to be rude Lake reached over with his left hand and shook it. "My name's Dan. Nice to meet you." Suddenly Lake saw the person next to Dan reach over for a handshake " Hello I'm Jeff. I'm Dan's brother."
This wasn't good, getting to know people usually entailed questions. After shaking their hands Lake said " My names Lake." He was hoping if he was curt the conversation would end here. But Dan didn't seem to care at all and said, "Where you from?" Damn, Lake's worst nightmare, an overly nice person.
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Chapter 12: The Death of Anonymity
Arriving at the meeting spot Lake saw 5 other people were there already. Walking up to them Sam said " Who's leading the hunt today?" An older man walked out of the group and said " I am, Sam." Sam walked up to the older man and handed him the letter. After the man read it he walked up to Lake and said, " I'm Stan, I was told you don't have anything with you and you need an actual weapon to hunt with, so come with me."
Stan started walking into the shed following him inside. Lake saw a bunch of things he wanted. "Wallace said you can take some things on credit and he'll pay us back later." Lake couldn't help thinking how helpful befriending Sam had been so far. He would have to remember to become friends with powerful people's kids in the future.
So Lake decided to close his eyes, and pretend to sleep. Soon the cart started to move. After about a minute of nothing but the sound of the cart moving, Lake heard Stan who was driving the cart yell out, " Hold on!" Lake felt a jerk from the sudden acceleration, and he would have fallen out of the cart if it wasn't for the person next to him holding him in his seat, opening his eyes. He looked over to see a man probably in his mid 20s grabbing his shirt. " Thank you, I wasn't expecting the cart to be this fast." The boy started laughing and said "You're lucky you sat next to me, if it had been Mandy she would have let you fall."
The reason Lake sat next to him had nothing to do with luck, but whatever he still owed him so he decided not to point it out. It would be Lake's good deed of the day. Lake looked at the woman on the other side of the cart and decided she did look like someone who would have let him fall.
Looking back Lake saw the hand that had grabbed him was now outstretched waiting for a handshake. Not wanting to be rude Lake reached over with his left hand and shook it. "My name's Dan. Nice to meet you." Suddenly Lake saw the person next to Dan reach over for a handshake " Hello I'm Jeff. I'm Dan's brother."
This wasn't good, getting to know people usually entailed questions. After shaking their hands Lake said " My names Lake." He was hoping if he was curt the conversation would end here. But Dan didn't seem to care at all and said, "Where you from?" Damn, Lake's worst nightmare, an overly nice person.
The source of this content is N0veII_bInChapter 12: The Death of Anonymity Arriving at the meeting spot Lake saw 5 other people were there already. Walking up to them Sam said " Who's leading the hunt today?" An older man walked out of the group and said " I am, Sam." Sam walked up to the older man and handed him the letter. After the man read it he walked up to Lake and said, " I'm Stan, I was told you don't have anything with you and you need an actual weapon to hunt with, so come with me." Stan started walking into the shed following him inside. Lake saw a bunch of things he wanted. "Wallace said you can take some things on credit and he'll pay us back later." Lake couldn't help thinking how helpful befriending Sam had been so far. He would have to remember to become friends with powerful people's kids in the future. So Lake decided to close his eyes, and pretend to sleep. Soon the cart started to move. After about a minute of nothing but the sound of the cart moving, Lake heard Stan who was driving the cart yell out, " Hold on!" Lake felt a jerk from the sudden acceleration, and he would have fallen out of the cart if it wasn't for the person next to him holding him in his seat, opening his eyes. He looked over to see a man probably in his mid 20s grabbing his shirt. " Thank you, I wasn't expecting the cart to be this fast." The boy started laughing and said "You're lucky you sat next to me, if it had been Mandy she would have let you fall." The reason Lake sat next to him had nothing to do with luck, but whatever he still owed him so he decided not to point it out. It would be Lake's good deed of the day. Lake looked at the woman on the other side of the cart and decided she did look like someone who would have let him fall. Looking back Lake saw the hand that had grabbed him was now outstretched waiting for a handshake. Not wanting to be rude Lake reached over with his left hand and shook it. "My name's Dan. Nice to meet you." Suddenly Lake saw the person next to Dan reach over for a handshake " Hello I'm Jeff. I'm Dan's brother." This wasn't good, getting to know people usually entailed questions. After shaking their hands Lake said " My names Lake." He was hoping if he was curt the conversation would end here. But Dan didn't seem to care at all and said, "Where you from?" Damn, Lake's worst nightmare, an overly nice person.
