When Summer Arrives (On Hold)

The Grocery Store

It was late morning when I truly decided not to pretend as though I was actually sleeping.  Twisting and turning in my bed sheets I realized there was no chance of me falling into a nice relaxing nap.  I squeezed my eyes shut for a couple moments, giving up I let out an over exaggerated gasp, and checked my clock for the fifth time that morning.  It was already eleven o’clock.

            “Welp,” I said to no one in particular, “I’m already late.  I’ll try again tomorrow.” 

Today was Wednesday, a full week from Sam’s and my argument; I had skipped last Thursday and Friday because I was still severely mad.  Monday was just a Monday and I didn’t want to go anywhere on that day.  Tuesday I simply forgot to wake up and talked with Sal trying to piece together Victoria’s identity.

I was going to have to go to school at least once this week if I missed so many days of school the principal would call my grandmother.  Not that I was particularly concerned about that.  She’d just have a maid contact me, either an email or a voice message, and tell me I should not miss school.

I got up and walked around my kitchen I was hungry.  Strange feeling actually, having the inside of your stomach morph into a whale and start threatening to eat you unless it is fed.  Which I then realized that I had nothing more than an empty cereal box, a honey filled bear bottle, and a rotten dragon fruit.   I was in desperate need to go grocery shopping, but it would wait until I got out of the shower.

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I was shocked, absolutely stunned to say the least.  Here I was in the MiniMart down the street from my apartment complex and there he was in the frozen food section.  I hadn’t expected him to be here at all, especially not at two o’clock.  He who told me not to belittle my education by skipping morning classes.  Samwise Summers browsing ice creams, he looked like a little kid with his golden hair a curly mess, abrupt movements, and twitching hands.

After a couple moments I realized I was hiding my body behind an aisle’s shelf leaving only my head, tilted, in full view.  I was not going to go talk to him that was for sure, nor was I going to risk losing sight of him, he might spot me and try to talk to me.

Finally, he grabbed an ice cream jar, thin mint ice cream, and turned towards me and walked down the aisle.  Lurching backwards I nearly screamed, I slammed myself against the aisle making it rock for a moment, that’s when numerous squeak sounds came from behind me. 

I watched him walk past the aisle entrance, pass me, and onto the next aisle.  I guess he didn’t need any animal toys and tampons.  I nearly screamed as he walked pass me, but he didn’t notice this strange girl plastered to the squeaky toys.  I waited until he turned down another aisle to move, and I let out a breath I had unknowingly held.

Following Sam throughout the grocery store was impeccably boring and interesting at the same time.  At the end he collected two large bags of cereal (both sugar filled), a bag of flour, carton of eggs, chips, few vegetables, chocolate chips, and three gallons of milk.  Why he would need three gallons of milk was beyond me.  He was now in line for the check out and I was ducking behind a peanut butter display shelf. 

Sam was about to pay for his groceries, which was when I noticed a kid staring at me.

“What?”  I tried to look somewhat offensive. “Never seen a person hug a peanut butter display before?”

He didn’t say anything or do anything, just kind of looked confused.  Sam was grabbing his groceries and leaving.  On his way out he helped some people with their bags, damn why does he have to be such a nice guy?

“It is how I deal with things, this display is my friend.”  I quickly grabbed a peanut butter jar and ran for an empty cash register, paid for my goods and useless peanut butter, and slowly follow Sam back to our apartments.

Sam stopped to talk to Sal asking questions similar to the ones I had asked the day before.  Maybe together we could figure out who the two people were.  Since he was taking quite a while I went around the back of the complex and into my apartment with little noise.

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The next day I went to school, on time, and I still got an earful from the principal. I also avoided Sam with all my being and left the school grounds during lunch, hoping not to duplicate last week’s events.  Today God decided to shine down on me and canceled P.E.

At the end of the school day and I had received enough glares and hate notes to last me all year.  With each note I got at least two glares from Sam’s adoring school girls.  Apparently they didn’t like me much after I yelled and their dear Sammy.  The girls could suck it for all I cared.  Those notes could get pretty creepy towards Sam and threatening to my own perseverance.

When I got home I saw that I had mail. Bills really, but one was a package from my grandmother’s house with a note, telling me to take school more seriously, and one hundred dollars allowance in it for the month.  I quickly resent the bills to my grandmother’s house for her to pay.  It would take a bit of time sense she lived in a different country and all.

I then proceeded to watch movie marathons all night and when the morning came I slept, and slept, and slept

Yeah sorry this chapter isn't the most exciting one, Winter just becomes a creepy stalker in a grocery store... Yeah.  So I was wondering how creepy would it be if I had Sam break into Winters apartment (while shes home)  in the next chapter?  Well thanks for reading I'm so happy I've written this much!!!!