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Bambi!!
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The phone vibrated on the table with voice mails and missed calls while Annabel sat by it with her head in her hands. It had been three days since the winner was announced. Three days since her face appeared on every possible screen in the city, surrounded by vibrant colors and eye-catching text. She had won.
Her brain was still struggling to wrap around the insane amount of money now in her possession. She decided to shut herself out from the world for a while, but that didn't stop anyone from attempting to contact her. Phone calls, emails, letters (who sent those anymore?), and even strangers coming to her door. How did these people find her? What did they want from her?
Annabel was in distress.
She couldn't say she was unhappy about the situation, but it was certainly highly distressing. Working at a shop on a street corner and living in a small apartment alone, the girl lived a quiet life. Nobody actually expected to win these kinds of competitions, she had almost forgotten even signing up, and then this happened! What was she to do now? This wasn't a sum of money someone like her was capable of being in possession of.
Sure, there were things she wanted to buy and places she wanted to visit that were now fully accessible to her, but what was she supposed to do with the rest of the money? Donate to charity? Invest in something? Start her own business? She didn't know how to do any of these things!
There was a knock on the door. Her groans of frustration were muffled to whoever was outside.
It was time to turn to alcohol.
Bars were not a place she visited regularly. Or ever. She never really drank alcohol before, but she was confident it was the right time to start. The place had a flickering neon sign above it and the interior was dimly lit. It was unlikely for anyone to recognize her in there, surely.
Hunched over the counter, she swirled the foul smelling drink in her glass. Come on, you can do it. She lowered her head and dipped her tongue in it inconspicuously but pulled away quickly, a grimace settling on her face instantly. Do people enjoy this? It was awful.
The barista across from her was old and didn't seem to have any suspicions aside from eyeing her strange behavior. One would never assume that she was a millionaire. Millionaires aren't supposed to be young, timid girls. Yet there she was.
Annabel planted her face in her hands once again and pondered about life and the likelihood of something being wrong with the liquid in front of her.
What in the world was she going to do?