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Jennifer stopped running through the forest after doing so for what seemed like eternity. She had no idea where she was, why she was here, or who was chasing her. All she knew was that running for so long of a time made her very hungry. Desperately, she looked around for something to eat, and her eyes settled on a tall apple tree. Jennifer picked a couple and ate them as she leaned against a maple tree while watching mother nature take its course.
She could see the sun was setting through the bright red leaves of the forest trees. It was a cold October evening - so cold that she could see the white puffs of steam coming out of her mouth. Soon it would be nighttime. That meant that the temperature would fall so dramatically that she might get hypothermia. Thus, she gathered up numerous dead brown leaves among the forest floor and pushed them all over her body as she lay down on the cold black dirt.
Jennifer became worried that "the man" or one of his "best friends" would find her. What would she do? She began searching for something sharp - like a twig or a stone. Her hand enclosed on a smooth metal oval-shaped rock. Then, she remembered that it was a swiss army knife which she stole from the house as she made her escape. After shrugging off practicing how to use the knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it. Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her survival instinct. She began to become indifferent to her anxieties and needs. Finally, the silent sinister hand of sleep had stricken her.
She dreamed about the past; how she got here. She relived all the major milestones that happened in her life. She dreamt that when she was in high school, her mother got into a car accident and died, in October. She dreamt her father exploding and being constantly angry, in October. She dreamt of after not being able to deal with her father, dropping out of school, in October. She dreamt of running away from home, in October. She dreamt of the termination of her career as a lounge singer after being signed by a major record company, in October. She dreamt of her first album staying at the number one slot for eight weeks, after being released in October.
After she became such a big star, Jennifer decided to make up with her father. She went to her former home frequently to visit her father. Unfortunately, her father was sick. Diagnosed with Alzheimer's in October, Jennifer's father had no ideal who this adult woman who continuously showed up at his house.
Jennifer loved her father, and wished that she hadn't run away. But she loved singing and making music even more. After all, she was the new rock sensation; often compared in popularity as the Beatles of her generation. Nobody could get enough of her, especially the old brown Chevrolet.
Everywhere she went, a brown Chevrolet followed her. When she went on tour, a brown Chevrolet followed her bus. When she went to visit her father, a brown Chevrolet followed her. After months of this happening, Jennifer started worring that someone bad might happen to her. Then, she never saw the old brown car again.
A couple of days later, she went to visit her father, as she did every Thursday night. After pounding on the door continuously, her father opened it and invited her in. Jennifer sat down on the couch as her father started to speak to her.
"Who are you and what do you want? I know why you're hear. You've come to rob me."
"No! It's me Dad. Remember, Jennifer. Your only daughter," she replied.
"How can I have a daughter? I don't even have a wife. Get away from me! I'll call the cops."
"I swear I'm your daughter. Dad, settle down. I brought you a present." Jennifer cried.
"I don't want your present. It's probably a bomb." He ran to the kitchen and got out a vegetable cleaver. "Don't make me use this, " He shouted, "Just drop the bomb and we'll take care of you."
"What are you talking about? Who
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