Small World

Pilot

Fall mornings being woken up by the smell of my mom's famous pancakes is one of my favorite things ever. The crisp air, the smell of cinnamon buns every Saturday morning, the crunch morning walks on the freshly fallen leaves. It truly is my favorite time of the year. Rolling out of bed, I quickly open my curtains and pull my hair into a bun. The world seems so quiet this morning, I love it. I pick out my outfit for the day which consists of an oversized black crew neck with black leggings and I decided to just wet my hair and throw some product in it. After washing my face and brushing my teeth I decided to head downstairs.

"Good morning, mom." I smile as I grab a water bottle from the fridge.

"Morning Sweetie." She smiles as she grabs a plate. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you a plate?"

"Yes please." I smile and nod as I sit at our island. My mom is five foot six with a curvier body, long black curly hair, olive skin with green hazel eyes.

"Here you go." She smiles setting the plate down in front of me. She gave me two pancakes, a cut up apple, and some eggs.

"Thank you, mom." I smile as I start eating.

"Good morning, Sweetie." Mom smile as my little brother Zach enters the kitchen with messy hair, in PJ pants and barley half awake.

"Morning." He mumbles with a smile on his face as he takes an apple slice off of my plate.

"Stop!" I laugh smacking his hand away, he chuckles and mom begins making him a plate.

"What do you guys have planned for today?" Mom smiles.

"I am going to hang out with Jack and Finn." Zach smiles, Jack and Finn are twins and they've all been best friends since they were in preschool.

"Honestly? Probably watch movies and bake cookies." I smile.

"Well, your dad and I want to go to Pennsylvania to go shopping. Would you mind going to the grocery store for me?" Mom smiles handing me a list written on some paper.

"Yeah, I can do that." I smile as I stand up. "Can I take the truck?" I smile.

"Sure!" She smiles. "Here is my card."

"Zach, do you need anything?" I look over at the living room couch where he is sitting eating his breakfast.

"Can you get some hot pockets?" He smiles.

"Of course." I laugh a bit, typical sixteen-year-old boy. I put my sneakers on, grab my bag and head outside after getting the truck keys from my mom. I climb into the truck and start heading towards the store. I'm about five minutes away from the store when all of the sudden traffic comes to a halt. Eventually a police officer waves everyone through, as I drive by I see a car smashed into a light pole and a body on the ground covered with a sheet.

"That's so sad." I whisper to myself as I continue driving to the store. I park out front and head inside the store. I grab a cart and start grabbing things from my mom's list. I turn down the cereal aisle and I see a group of people huddled around something. I look through people's legs and I see someone laying on the ground.

"Does anyone know CPR?!" I hear an older lady call out.

"I do!" I push my cart to the side and make my way over to the group. I had to become CPR certified this summer so I could be a lifeguard at the local pool. I kneel down and start giving the man on the floor CPR. After five minutes I check for a pulse but I don't feel anything.

"Did you call the paramedics?" I look up at the woman, who I can only assume is his wife.

"Yes! They just got here." She sniffles and just then two EMS emerge through the crowd and tell everyone to give them space.