Sam
Sam sighed as she ran the two-for-one-price bag of Doritos across the scanner in the Wal-Mart express lane. Her mind was on the letter in her picket. She had crammed it in as she got the mail after school, not wanting her parents to see. All She needed was to get through these few customers and she could go on break and open it.
Then a woman, about her mother's age pushed up a buggy piled with clearance items. The customers in line began to look angry, as Sam just stared while the woman started to stack her things on the counter. She sighed again, thought of her letter, and started to check the woman through. There was no use causing an argument.
"She really does look like my mother," Sam thought. "Only a few more customers before I can go on break."
"Excuse me, miss, but that shirt is only $9.99." The women spoke with confidence that Sam tried to match. She blinked and picked up the phone. "Price check on the express lane." Sam looked at the customers shoving their buggies to other lines.
"This woman is exactly like my mother."
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