CHAPTER ONE:
That douche is a pancake molester
And we were at it again, the monthly visit to Starlight harbor was on. Ever since last year when mom disappeared, my boyfriend Zach, my friend Paige and I have been traveling two hours away to a place of chemically altered glowing waves filled with, believe it or not illuminating seaweed. Which surprise surprise happened to be where mom was last seen. I scooped up my red blanket and tossed it into the trunk of Zach's dusty Ford.
"Scareltt?" A voice roamed on the morning air.
I saw Zach jogging around from behind the house, an excited giddy look on his soft features. I returned his cheery grin and climbed into the front seat of his truck. I inhaled a deep breath of the moist morning air as the old
engine groaned then roared to life.
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The car roared to an abrupt stop in the middle of Paige's stone driveway.
Zach eyes locked on something and I immediately followed them. I saw a broad figure standing in the doorway, I furrowed my eyebrows deep within the dark hole that was my mind.
"Heyyy Scarlet!" Paige squealed. "Hope you don't mind Spencer's gonna come along today!"
Ugh Spencer was Paige's boyfriend of two months, and honestly he was a douche. If you can imagine the most annoying, self centered guy you know, and then multiply that by about 500, yeah that's Spencer.
I swallowed down bile.
"Yeah! No problem" Zach and I exchanged a look of desperation.
After an hour my stomach rumbled, demanding for food. I moaned, the long isolated car ride was terrible and I needed a bathroom, hey a girl's gotta do what a girls gotta do. So we pulled over and decided to stop at a place for breakfast.
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As we pulled in the the old dinky parking lot I got a feeling Spencer was up to his usual tricks of doing no good, but regardless we entered the small restaurant and got seated.
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The waitress spun around to our table delivering the immense amount of food.
I watched Spencer shoving pancakes into his big mouth, syrup dripping off his long chin. Man I actually felt bad for those pancakes being molested by his filthy teeth.
That douche was a pancake molester.
I smiled imagining the pancakes screaming in terror as I ate my waffles. And in minutes the sugary delight took effect. I traveled to the bathroom to wash my hands, then suddenly Spencer was behind me.
He placed his hand over my back.
"Hey babe" He smirked.
I rolled my eyes
"Go away freak"
"Awe come on baby give me some sugar"
"Never" I casually said.
"Ooh gettin feisty now are we?" He smirked.
My heart starts beating faster with each step away from him, I pressed against the corner of the room. I don't get why I feel so paralyzed and helpless. I should scream, do something, but I'm frozen. He gets so close to me, I can feel his hot breath.
