To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

0.2

I roamed around the grocery store, trodding up and down the aisles. I was contemplating on whether or not I should get coffee or hold out a couple more days. I knew I wanted coffee, but I also knew I didn't need it and could spend the money on something more important. After all, coffee was the root to many of my problems: my shortness, my lack of sleep, my sensitive teeth, and I'm sure much more.

I stood on the balls of my feet, reaching up to grab a package of French Vanilla Dunkin Donuts coffee. I turned the bag over, examining its price tag. It wasn't as if coffee costed thousands of dollars, but I didn't want to spend all of my money on it, for it wouldn't turn out so well in the long run. But, in the back of mind I knew it was inevitable: me buying too much coffee for my own worst.

"I know you want ice cream, but I have to find it," a low voice coming from beside me said.

I glanced over through the corner of my eye to see a young man and a little girl. I inferred they were father and daughter.

"We just started shopping here, I'm still getting used to it," he mumbled.

"You can find ice cream four aisles over," I spoke up, nodding my head to the right.

"Oh, really? Thank you!" he exclaimed, looking over at me. "Do you, by any chance, know where the mac and cheese is?"

"Yeah, aisle three. It's towards the front," I replied, looking back down at the coffee in my hands.

He offered me another thanks, before leaving the aisle. I sighed, putting the bag of coffee back where I found it. Before I could walk away, another voice echoed in the aisle, grabbing my attention.

"Wow, that's impressive, Louisiana," it said.

I turned around and raised my eyebrows when I saw who the voice belonged to. "Ashton," I said, eyeing him. He was wearing a navy blue uniform, the one all of the employees there wore. "So, my name's Louisiana now?"

"Well, you never told me your actual name, only the fact that you're from Louisiana." He shrugged, smirking.

"It's Skyla," I muttered.

"You have a great memory, Skyla," he said, putting an emphasis on my name. "You've only been here for two days and you've already memorized the grocery store."

"I've always had a good memory." I shrugged, shifting my weight awkwardly. "Anyways, how many jobs do you have?"

"Haha, just the two," he replied, chuckling. "Do you have a job yet? Do you want to work here?"

"I'm not exactly the nicest person in the world. I don't think a job where I talk to people all day is a good idea," I said, scrunching my nose.

"I think you're the nicest person I ever met," he cooed, laughing.

"You've met a whole lot of dickheads." I pulled down the sleeves of my black letterman jacket.

"Well, I can get you a job here, if you want." He quietly giggled before adding, "I'm the boss's favorite."

"Good for you, but I think I'm fine," I replied. "Besides, I saw that Barnes and Nobles was hiring. No offense, but I'd rather work there."

"Ok, ok, I get it." He nodded and then raised an eyebrow. "You like books?"

"Love them, always have. They're like an escape into a better life," I mumbled, running my fingers through my blonde hair. I twisted the ends of it in between my fingers which was dyed blue.

We stood there in an awkward silence for several seconds, before it was broken by a high pitched, whiny voice.

"But, daddy, I want the iPhone 6 Plus!" she cried into her cellphone which was the iPhone 6.

She walked passed Ashton and I, shoving into me as she went. She stopped, eyed my up and down, scoffed in disgust, and then continued on her way.

She had a bottle of Head and Shoulders shampoo tucked under her arm. She wore a Pink crop top, despite it being about forty degrees outside. It was paired with too tight black yoga pants which were tucked into purple Uggs. Her hot pink hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head. She was as stereotypical as it got when it came to white girls.

"Macy Terrance," Ashton muttered, disgust clear in his voice. He scoffed, shaking his head. "She's the slut of town, and also the bitch. She always expects to get everything she wants because her father spoils her. Everything about her is fake. Her hair, her nails, her face, her boobs, and especially her personality."

"She sounds like the long lost member of the Plastics," I said, referring to the all too famous movie Mean Girls.

"That's because she is. She broke my sister's arm when they were in second grade because my sister talked to the boy she liked," Ashton informed me, shaking his head.

"I'm staying away from her," I mumbled.

"Please do. She's not someone to be friends with. Anyways, I should get back to work," Ashton said, adjusting his name tag.

I nodded and offered him a small wave, before walking off. I deciding against buying anything, leaving the store empty handed. As I walked through the automatic doors, I shoved my hands in my pockets. I felt something drip on me, and I looked up at the dark, cloudy sky. I felt another drop before realizing it was snowing. I wasn't used to snow, let alone in September, but I did like it.

I walked down the sidewalk, wrapping my arms around me. The falling snow slowly became faster. I shuffled my feet across the concrete under me, kicking a few rocks in front of me as I went. I began crossing the street, not exactly paying attention to my surroundings.

I heard some screams around me, ignoring them at first. But when someone screamed to get out of the road, I looked up from the ground. A truck was coming towards me, gliding out of control. I was frozen in shock, not able to move. Not that it would help, for the truck was so close, so large, and traveling so fast that it was bound to hit me.

I held my breath, waiting for the impact of the truck's hit to slash through me. But, it never came. I was hit, and I did fall to the ground, but it was not what I was expecting.

I felt something push into my side, knocking me onto the ground. Whoever, or whatever, pushed me out of the way was still holding me as we rolled onto the grass next to the road.

Eventually we stopped. I was laying on my back, my eyes shut tight. I took a few deep breaths, regaining control of my breathing. I eventually opened my eyes to see the face of the person who just saved my life.

Cliffhanger! 😁 I hope you guys are enjoying the book so far...even though this is only the second chapter. I know this might seem like it's moving too fast, but I know what I'm doing, trust me. 😜