Freedom

Food

After almost getting robbed and killed, we decided to go to Golden Corral. My grandma would always take me there when I was a kid.

I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant and park my car somewhere near the front, not in the handicap parking though. I got out of the car and waited for Nathan to get out so I can lock the car. After locking the car, we walked to the entrance, he opens the door and let's me walk in. Polite. He follows soon after. There wasn't a big line, there was only a few people ahead of us. (A/N I've only went to Golden Corral once, so if I did something wrong, I'm sorry. ~Jess)

After waiting for what seemed like 5 minutes, it was finally our turn. After paying and picking a seat, we finally got to our beautiful, majestic, mouth watering, food.

He had fried chicken, meatloaf, pizza, macaroni & cheese, baby back ribs, and BBQ pork on his plate, and he had coke as his drink, he really took advantage of me paying . I only got spaghetti and a Sprite. While eating I started to examine him more.

He was fairly attractive.....What am I saying? HE'S HOT!!! NATHAN? MORE LIKE HOT DAMN!!!

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard him say. Taking me back to reality. I quickly stop staring and look down at my lap.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Why?" I respond, a bit embarrassed that he caught me staring.
"It's just, you spaced out it looked like, you were thinking about someone."
SHOOT!!! HE'S ONTO US!! ABORT MISSION!!! ABORT!!! FISSON MAILED!!!
I get up, " I...uh...have to..go to the restroom." I say, quickly. I put my head down so he wouldn't see I was blushing. I quickly walk over to the restroom. I open the door to see 5 stalls, 4 normal size and the other is handicap, and 2 sinks. It wasn't fancy or anything it was just....you could say... normal. I walk in and close the door behind me. Nobody was in here with me. I go into one of stalls.

After doing my business, I open the stall door and go over to one of the sinks. I raise my sleeves of my long sleeve shirt so the sleeve doesn't get wet. Who likes wet sleeves? I ask myself. I look at the horizontal cuts on my wrist.

I frown and sigh. They bring back so many bad memories. I wish they could just heal faster.

I quickly wash my hands and dry them, I put my sleeves down, covering the cuts, and walk out of the bathroom.

A/N OMG! While I was writing this, I was trying to write straight but I kept failing!!! I'm so pan that I can't even write straight anymore.