The Road

1

My mom came up behind me and hugged me. I giggled and continued to listen to the morning news. They were talking about the local newspaper boy that had gotten beat up by a gang of high school boys. Laying in a ditch, he was almost beaten to death. The police found him, and at first glance they thought he was dead. Gangs were a big problem in my little town of Genihu.

"I feel bad for that boy," I whispered.

"Oh we all do honey."

"Someone needs to talk some sense into those boys," I grumbled, grabbing a plate from the cupboard for my french toast.

I set it down on the counter, and squatted down to get a pan from a drawer. My mom had already gotten out all the ingredients, and turned on the stove, so all I had to do was mix the ingredients. Once I stirred all the ingredients together, I put the pan on the stove, and dipped some toast into my concoction. As I cooked the toast, I looked out the window that was over our stove. Kids were running around squealing, and chasing each other. Tag. I used to play tag, but that was in the good old days. Now I don't have many friends, and I mainly stay inside. A boring life, for a boring person.

Unexpectedly a kid slammed their face onto the window. I jumped, and gave the kid a nasty look. The kid smirked then ran off.

I rolled my eyes, and took the french toast out of the pan. Then I plopped it on the plate.

"Mom! Toast is ready!" I yelled into the living room where she was lounging on the sofa.

"Coming, darling."

The meal was ok. I had been testing a lot of different flavors recently, but none wowed me. It was hard to find a perfect recipe. It takes many trial and errors.

"It's not your best work; next time loosen up on the vanilla," My mom advised picking up her plate and throwing it carelessly in the sink.

"It will be divine next time," I assured her.

My mom hated that I was trying to become a chef. She thought that if I only did cooking that I would have nothing to fall back on. I go to school though, so I could always use my education as a fall back option. Still my mom doesn't like it.

I cleaned up, and yelled at my mom that I was heading to the store.

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Roger. Polite and young; he was every girls dream. Well everyone's dream except mine. Yes, I found him attractive, but I didn't feel like it could turn into anything more than that. He worked the counter at our local grocery store. And he did an amazing job at it. I strolled in and immediately he greeted me.

"Hello, Victoria!"

"Roger," I nodded my head, and headed for the bread aisle.

"What are you getting today?" He asked in a yell.

"French bread, it is thicker than regular bread and will absorb more of my mix... Do you know good french toast mixes?"

"Oh my grandma makes a wonderful mix, but it'll cost you," He mentioned.

I came back to the counter with a good looking french bread in hand. Roger took my hand and dragged me to the dairy aisle. He opened a door, and a wave of cool air hit us.

"Oh that's cold," He giggled. "I'll never get used to that."

He took out a gallon sized chocolate milk. Well at least I thought it was.

"This is the perfect juice to use in your mix. Just put a tablespoon in your most recent one, and it will taste like heaven."

I smiled and took the "juice". We both headed back to the counter and I paid. Roger grinned and waved as I walked out. This would be the perfect mix.

As I walked down the street I noticed some young looking boys, maybe about 14, staring at me. I pretended not to notice them, but they were slowly advancing. I subtlely began walking at a faster pace.

"Hey!" One of them shouted. He ran towards me and tackled me to the ground. My bag went flying, and the wind got knocked out of me.

"Hey lady! Surrender your money and food!"

I just laughed and pushed him off me.

"I'm only 17, not a lady yet, and stop trying to steal from people. That is bad."

"Give us money," He snarled, which startled me. For such a young kid he looked murderous.

"No," I said sternly.

He grabbed my boob. My eyes widened and I growled. No one can touch me like that!

I punched him in the nose, gathered my bag, and ran as fast as I could. What sick bastards.

Suddenly I got tackled again.

It was a different guy. He looked about 16. I sighed and rested my head on the ground. Running made me extremely tired.

"Give over your money!"

I grabbed his neck and pulled his face down to mine; our lips were close to touching. His breathing hitched, and he closed his eyes. Sucker. I kneed him, and snatched my things. Then hastily took off. My house was in view.

"Almost there," I panted.

I made it. But they didn't let up. They pounded on the door.

"Take your little gang and go harass someone else or I'm calling the cops!" I yelled.

"Mom get the phone ready, a gang is at our door!" I told her.

"Oh my!"

I looked out the window, and saw the 16 year old furiously pounding on the door. Why did he want the money so bad?

I opened the window, and that got his attention.

"Do you want money this badly?" I questioned.

He trudged through the bushes and came up to the window. His eyes were blazing.

"I have never been more humiliated in my life, miss," He snapped.

"Why? Was the whole gang watching?" I smirked.

"Don't you dare sass me! I can kill you in an instant."

"I'm calling the cops," I said dryly.

"No! Just give me five bucks, I don't want my gang to beat me up for not getting some money."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, one second."

I closed the window and locked it. Then I went to the front door while digging in my pocket. I found ten bucks and decided to just give him all of it. I slowly opened the door and quickly hopped out, so that he couldn't get in.

"First tell me your name, full name please."

He sighed, "Kyle Vander."

"Well Kyle Vander, congrats, you are America's Next Top Model!!" I said enthusiastically like Tyra Banks.

He gave me a weird look, snatched the money, then took off.

Well I guess he didn't know that show...

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How do you like it? First chapter! Yay! Not very interesting, but it's just the set up! Vote and comment!

-Amy :D