Blueberry Bagels [ON HOLD]

Blueberry Bagels

You know those days that you can tell right from the start are going to be awesome?

You know, you wake up feeling well rested after having a great dream-- a dream in which you find Narnia in your very own closet to be exact. And your hair is just acting perfect for once in a lifetime. And you just KNOW that the day is gonna go your way. One of those rare, beautiful days.

Well I, Juniper Marie Smitt, was having one of those days. And it was magical.

I know what you're thinking. "Juniper? Like the juniper breeze antibacterial hand gel sold at Bath and Bodyworks? What kind of name is that?"

Well unfortunately, it's my name. You see, around the time I was born, my parents were considered "hippies". Apparently they were pretty late with the trend though, because as far as I know, there weren't many hippies roaming the U.S. in the late 1990's, but that's beside the point. The point is that they thought Juniper was a "pretty, flowery name fit for someone as pretty and flowery as me". Not my words. What does "flowery" even mean?

Anyways, most people just call me Junie.

So back to the splendid start of my day.

I walked down the black metal spiral staircase that led directly from my room to what I like to call the Book Nook. The Book Nook is a corner of our living room that has floor to ceiling bookshelves that are overflowing with books of all kinds. My dad owns a small bookstore a couple of blocks away from our house, so we get a bunch of books from overstock that we keep.

Then I hurry over to the kitchen where my mom is making some sort of off putting granola contraption with lots of fruit, yogurt, and what appeared to be birdseed.

"Morning mom," I say, scooting past her to grab my school bag from the counter where I dumped it yesterday in a zombie-like stupor that only school has the power to put me in.

"Morning sweetie plum," My mom says in a singsong voice as she leans over and pecks a kiss on my cheek.

"Mother, I am not five years old anymore, so I would appreciate it if you stopped with the pet names and started treating me like an adult," I grumble at her, rubbing my cheek to remove the plum colored lipstick mark.

"Look at that, less than a week into her senior year in high school and she's already beginning her journey into adulthood," my dad jokes entering the kitchen. "How cute," he adds pinching my other cheek.

"Ugh, you people are ruining my good mood. I gotta go, I wanna stop by Maggie's and pick me up a bagel before school, so I gotta hurry," I say rushing out of the kitchen. "I'm going to Sanderson's after school, I'll be home by seven, bye!" I call over my shoulder as I speed out of the house.

I stroll happily down the street, taking in the weather. It rained last night, causing the usually hot weather of L.A. to be bearable, if not pleasant.

I reach Maggie's after about five minutes of walking. Maggie's is an adorable little coffee shop that also sells little breakfast pastries,

croissants, and hands-down the best bagels in the city.

As I enter the store, a little bell chimes, and I smile to myself enjoying the delicious scent of the fresh coffee. I walk up to the counter giving the plump old woman behind it a warm smile.

"Hey Mags," I say to the huggable little lady.

"Good morning Junie, what can I get you today?" Maggie asks returning my smile.

"The usual, thanks," I say.

I wait for a couple minutes as Maggie gets my order ready.

"A toasted blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese. That will be three dollars honey," Maggie says handing me said bagel in a tinfoil wrapping.

I quickly hand her the money and thank her. I try to hurry as I leave the store because getting the bagel took longer than I had expected and I was running a little late.

I hurriedly speed walk down the street while simultaneously attempting to unwrap the delicious piece of food in my hands.

I finally manage to release the bagel from its tinfoil prison as I start to cross the entrance of an ally. Just as I raise the bagel up to my mouth, I hear a screeching noise, like tires trying to come to a stop. I turn toward the noise when I am suddenly knocked to the ground by an unknown object. A hard, painful unknown object.

"Oh shit, are you okay?"

I don't register the voice because I'm too busy watching in horror as my bagel, almost in slow motion, flys out of my hands and lands directly in the middle of a large muddy puddle.

"NOOOOOO!!" I don't even realize I'm shouting as I rush over to my bagel and gently pick it up out of the puddle. "Nonononono. This can't be happening. Not you. Anyone but you!" I'm still hunched over the ruined bagel as I hear footsteps coming toward me. Without thinking, I pull the bagel toward me in an attempt to protect it from the monster who did this to it.

"Hey, are you alright?" Came the voice from above me.

Slowly I look up and meet the eyes of the bagel murderer. He was wearing black chucks, dark jeans, and a white v-neck t-shirt. He had a dark tattoo on the bottom half of his left arm. His hair was a dark, dirty blond and he had greenish eyes. If I weren't unbelievably full of rage, I might have found him extremely attractive.

"Am I alright?" I repeat in a monotone voice.

The stranger looked sort of uncomfortable as he nodded his head. "Uh, yeah?"

"Am I alright?! I am FAR from alright you dick wipe! Do you not see this?!" I shout at him showing him the ruined bagel. "This was my bagel! A toasted blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese to be exact! And now look at it! It is fucking DESTROYED! How am I supposed to eat this now, huh!?! Oh right, I CAN'T BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE HIT ME WITH THEIR MOTORCYCLE AND MADE ME DROP IT INTO A MURKY PUDDLE OF FILTH!" By this time I was breathing heavily.

I stood up and got on my tip toes in order to try to become eye level with the motorcycle riding breakfast killer. Which proved to be impossible because the guy was like seven feet tall. But back to my rant.

"You sir are a murderer. How does it feel to take the life of an innocent? Does it feel cool? Are you happy?!" I asked him glaring at him and trying to annihilate him with my eye laser beams.

"Uh, listen psycho, I gotta go, and you seem fine, at least physically, so I'm gonna leave," the guy said, slowly backing away as if I was a wild animal that would attack at any second. He quickly got back on his bike and sped away.

"Psycho?! I AM NOT A PSYCHO!!! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED MY BAGEL, SHIT FACE!!" I screamed after him.

I growled in frustration and violently kicked the soggy bagel away and made my way down the street. A couple of people had gathered after hearing all the ruckus and were openly staring at me.

"What?!" I snapped at them angrily. They quickly scattered away from me.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and groaned at the time. Apparently the bagel scene had taken longer than I thought and I was now officially late for school.

"So much for an awesome day," I muttered to myself, making my way towards school.

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