Who Hanna Done Next Chapter 1

Chapter I

The path was dimly lit as Hanna walked back to her flat. She listened closely to the silence surrounding her. There was something very disconcerting about walking along a street at midnight with no cars speeding past.

Worried about who could be hiding in the shadows of the overhanging bushes, she quickened her pace. The sooner she got home, the sooner she could put the kettle on, make herself a cup of tea and relax for the night.

Hanna looked at her watch. “Damn” she thought. “Why did I volunteer to do the nightshift?” However, the answer to that was obvious. There was a recession on and she needed all the money she could get. But were the extra couple of coppers in her pocket really worth risking her personal safety this late at night?
“I’m just being paranoid” she thought as she passed a deserted bus stop. She tried to focus on something else, something more positive. “Two weeks and I’ll be out of this shit-hole and back to Stirling.”

Hanna was a second year student at Stirling University, studying French culture. However, it was the Christmas break and she had been forced to go and live back with her parents in Edinburgh while her accommodation was rented out to crazy tourists who visited Scotland over the winter. Almost as soon as she had arrived back in Edinburgh, she had begun looking for part time work. The student lifestyle was expensive. She had learnt that the hard way. By the end of Freshers week, she discovered she had practically drunk her entire month’s supply of Student Loan. Hurriedly, she had drawn up a quick budget of next month and stuck to it to the letter. But that extra bit of cash never did any harm.

Except this damn walk home. If the bus service in Edinburgh was half decent, she would catch the night bus home. But it was unreliable. If you were lucky, you waited for 5 minutes and it dropped you off outside your door. However she always seemed to be unlucky; approaching the bus stop just in time to see the bus pull away, meaning an hour long wait. Walking seemed the best choice out of a bad bunch.
It always puzzled her why she constantly volunteered for the night shift, knowing well that she faced the long walk home afterwards. She daren’t ask a colleague for a lift.