My last summer vacation before going of to college. Its really not that big of a deal. Since I'm going to the college in the city I grew up in. Good old San Diego. The only difference is that I'm living in my own little apartment on campus. Since UCSD insisted on having the new kids live on campus. Why? I don't know.
"Grace don't you love it?" My mom asked motioning towards the apartment. I mean yeah it was nice but they don't allow pets here So I couldn't bring my dog Sparkly (Don't judge me I was eight when I choose the name) My mom turned to me her face expression turns to a worried one. "You will tell me if the nightmares start happening again right?"
"Of course mom but I'm okay I havent had any for awhile" I smile lightly trying to ease her worry. But the truth was there were starting to happen again. Ever since I was young I would have nightmares but they always felt real. The strange part is there never been a cause for it. Its never about the same person. But In my nightmares someone always dies.
"Are you sure?"
"Im great Mom can we order a pizza?" I ask hoping she would say yes. My mom's a healthy person and hardly eats unhealthy foods. Well me on the other hand is the exact opposite.
"Very funny but I have to head home you know I don't drive well in the night but I already ordered you one but you have to go pick it up in fifteen minutes they didn't have deliver bye sweetie"She gives me a quick hug before running out the door.
"Hm what to do?" I mumble I hop of the couch and walk to the fridge. Dang it I knew I forgot something. But if course I forgot the most important thing. Food and water. How do I forget that? I sigh grabbing my car keys from the counter. "Way to go Grace" I slam my door shut walking out to the parking lot. Aw theres my baby. My beautiful Red 2014 focus. What store should I go to? Walmart or Target? I'm feeling like good old Walmart. I pull the car out of the parking lot making sure theres nobody behind me. I have this fear of hitting someone. It could be because one time I was with my Grandma and she was driving and almost ran over this kid who was riding his bike. But luckily she only Destroyed his bike.
"Well that was quick" I say getting out of the car.There's hardly anyone here. Is it closed? No walmarts never closed. I grab a blue cart and stroll in my eyes landing on a bag of hot cheetos. I quickly grab five scared my mother's gonna pop out of nowhere. Oh come on Grace you're an eighteen now you can do what you want...right?
"Excuse me do you need any help finding anything?" I turning around hearing what I think is an australian accent. I see a boy that looks around my age maybe older. The thing that captures my attention is his bright red hair.
"Actually I do can you tell me where's the ramen?" I ask figuring I should get something that's not entirely bad for me.
"Oh you're going off to college right?"
"How did you know?" I ask. Is there college newbie written in sharpie on my forehead?
"New collage kids always stalk up on ramen quick meal you know? I'm Michael by the way" He says extending his hand out to me. I shake it the last person who shaked my hand was my grandma's new boyfriend and that was three years ago. I let go realizing I'm still holding on to his hand.
"I'm Grace" I say feeling myself turn red. Why am I cursed with awkwardness. I'm serious I can make anything awkward. Absolutely anything. He lead me to the Ramen section smiling at the sight of it.
"Well Grace if you need anything else I will be by the can section" He says winking at me before walking away. Just as I thought I couldn't get any redder. Great now I probably look like a tomato. I grab a few packets of ramen walking to the checkout section.
"Hi sweetie Hows your day?" The cashier's says as she scans my items. She looks about 50 and has all white hair.
"Its great Ma'am" I say smiling
"Oh that's good darling the total we be twenty dollars and fifteen cents" I hand her the money grabbing my bags.
"Thank you have a nice day" I say putting my change in the tip box. I walk over to my car unlocking the trunk. Yup my trunk has a lock I cant just press a button and have it pop open. I put the stuff in the trunk slamming it shut.
"Pizza time" I sing getting into my car. Crap I forgot my phone how am I going to confirm that the orders done. "Great going Grace" I say to myself looking in my rear view mirror.
"Drive the fucking car" I hear a guy say jumping into my passengers seat. I tilt my head slightly looking into his blue eyes. Ah he must think I'm an Uber driver. It has happened before.
"I'm sorry you must have the wrong car I'm not an Uber"
"Drive before I blow your fucking brains out" The guy says pulling out a gun pressing it to my head.
Oh Crap
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