My Story

My Story, Part 4

The next morning, I woke up stretching and yawning. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, I had almost forgot about last night and that bruise on my face. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I went back into my room and threw on some blue jeans, a white t-shirt and some black hightops. I fixed my hair and put on some make-up to cover up the bruise. I went downstairs to see my dad wasn't home, I was kind of relieved, I didn't feel like facing him today. I looked in the fridge to see nothing there.

"Time to go to the store." I said sighing and closing the fridge.

I ran upstairs grabbed my money from my hiding place, walked towards the door and grabbed my keys, then I realized it was a nice day so I decided to walk. Therefore, I put down my keys and headed out the door.

As I walked down the street, the sun hitting my face felt good. I turned the corner and I couldn't believe who I saw.

DYLAN. Just standing there on a porch with his two other friends. I tried to walk past with my hands in my pocket and my head down.. But he noticed me..

"Hey!" He yelled out running towards me. Him nearly tripping made me giggle, but I just looked away.

"Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"I've seen you at the diner I work at." , I replied.

"Oh yeahh. Cute diner girl." , he responded.

I blushed and looked down at the ground.

"My names Dylan." He said, holding out his hand.

"I know, you gave me that napkin but I'm Breonna." , I replied, shaking his hand.

"Ha, yeah I did give you that napkin didn't I." He said looking away and scratching his head. "Kind of corny huh?"

"No, not really." , I responded.

"Oh, so um where ya headed?" He asked.

"To the store." , I responded.

"Mind if I walk with you?" , He asked.

"Sure, come on. I need to get back before my dad does." , I responded.

"Okay!" , he said beginning to walk.

I followed, not believing I'm actually walking with him!