My Living Nightmare

The Date

    I decided to upload both chapters today so here’s the second. Hope you enjoy. Also I’m going to be doing a little re-editing soon^.^

  Chapter 7, the Date

    I had just got back from a date with Roger. It was our first. I had sooomuch fun. We went to eat and then to the movies. I was still a little creeped out by the text message. Who could've sent it? Now I was sitting down in my bed, watching Zeke and Luther and reviewing the day in my head.

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     “Mom which outfit should I wear? Does this one look okay? Does it match my accessories? Is my hair okay?” I asked my mom.

      “You look fine sweetheart. Just fine,” she said in a reassuring tone.

      “Are you sure?”

      “I’m positive.”

      “Gracias mamá.”

       “De nada Liza.”

      Ding dong. That was the doorbell. Roger was here. Oh my.

       “Liza, Roger’s here,” my dad called from down stairs.

       “Okay Papi. Thank you.” I walked down the stairs and was greeted by my dad and Roger. I was scared something was wrong when Roger just stared. Is something wrong? I thought to myself.

      “Ready to go?” he finally said.

      “Yes. Bye,” I waved to my parents.

      “Bye sweetie. Have fun.”

      “Thanks,” I said while closing the door.

      “Wow, you look…amazing,” Roger said.

      “Aww thank you so much.”

     “You are very welcome” he said while taking my hand. Roger had a late birthday so he was already 16 and somehow they let him get his license last week. I guess because it was the ending of the year and he was a great driver. We walked to his car and he opened the door for me

     “Thank you.”

      “Anything for you.” Roger turned on the radio and the song blackout, by Breathe Carolina came on.

      “Ooh I like this song,” I said. Then Roger turned it up really loud. Then we rolled down the windows and started singing really loud. Some elderly people started looking at us like we were crazy. Heck we probably were. One even said “Turn that music down you rabble-rousers,” and shook his arm.

      “What the heck is a rabble-rouser?” I asked Roger.

      “I have no idea.” Then we started cracking up. We quickly arrived at the restaurant and Roger opened my door.

      “Where are we?” I asked.

      “Just a place my dad took me to once.” When we walked inside I gasped. Everything here was elegant. They had I pianist playing classical music in the corner. It had crystal chandeliers everywhere. Everyone here looked like they belonged on a movie screen. This was amazing.

     “How may I help you sir?” said one of the waiters.

     “I have reservations for two”

     “Last name sir.”

     “Robinson.”

     “Ah I have you right here. Right this way please. If you need anything my name is Eugene.” I still couldn’t believe it. When we sat down the waiter gave us a menu.