Everything Odd

Pizza Rolls Love

         I looked at the time, 6:00 the clock read, I haven't eaten my pizza rolls in about 20 minutes. I've been longing for that sweet sensation, of sauce, cheese and pepperoni, the sweet aroma filling my nose. I must have the pizza rolls. "I can't go on any longer!" I had yelled in the my bright, cheerful neighborhood, for it was a rather lovely spring day, with all the neighbors out, so I had decided to take a walk. I knew I wouldn't last long without my pizza rolls. I had quickly ran home, neighbors staring like I was a mad man about to commit a killing spree. I had ran for about 5 minutes until I had reached my house. I slammed my freezer open, and tugged the light  bag of pizza rolls open. I had looked in and there had only been 10 left. 'But I bought the bag today... How did that happen!' I had now preheated the oven to 350 degrees, and slammed the pizza rolls in. After about 10 minutes of watching the oven, the aroma filling my nose. They had looked just right. I creaked the oven open rather quickly and grabbed the tray of pizza rolls. On the way to my table of two, only ever occupying myself, I went to place them down. I had slipped in my cat Garlic's pee. "Dammit Garlic! Use the freaking litter box for once!" I screamed in agony, knowing I couldn't drive back out another day, for I was too weak from the 10 minutes of walking, and 5 minutes of running. I had wept for hours, as they were no longer good, covered in cat piss.  

      Hours have passed now, since the tragic lost, it was now dark, the grass from out my window glimmering from the moon's rays. I have spent my day curled up in a ball, in my room, watching people enjoy their pizza rolls, though not all of them had the greatest review, causing me to flip them off whenever I came across them. "It's dark.. maybe I should be that creep who robs the store from their pizza rolls, and harvesting them." I mumbled, chuckling a bit. I woke up and had to get ready for the day, or the night, for the second time again. Making me scowl at myself. I have finally dressed, nothing much more then a white t-shirt saying, "I'd rather be sleeping" with black jeans with some holes in them, with frays of white fabric covering most of it. I walk down the stairs, trembling from my dreadful loss, I build up the strength to put on my white flats, with my keys already being in it. I leave the house, forgetting to lock the front door, as I walked the driveway to my, rather run down, black Toyota crossover, trying to hold back tears.  I unlock the car door, slam the door shut with anger, turn the key and then start my way to Walmart, listening to happy Christmas music, though not even that was lifting my pain. 'Maybe because it's spring, I'm not in the mood for Christmas songs' I think to myself as I pull up to my parking space. I run in quickly, for I want this over with. I tripped over my own feet once, luckily though without a plummet, about to curse but biting my lips. I walk rather quickly to the 'Frozen Dinners' section with my blue basket in hand, grabbing 5 of the larger bags, not considering the cost for once, despite the struggle of having money tight in college. I speed walk to the checkout, seeing a boy, about my age with brown hair, and blue eyes. He kisses my head and says "Don't worry I'll check it out, and maybe you too." he says with a flirtatious smirk.

I respond in annoyance of the boy's attempt of flirting saying, "Ew what hit you in the head today!" Smacking him with one of the bags of pizza rolls across the face. "Check my pizza rolls out. Now." I say gritting my teeth.

        I scowl at him as he quickly scanned the bags, as he was obviously in shock from my remark. None of that matters though, now its just me, my pizza rolls, and some Netflix, preferably watching 'The Office'. I run out to my car through the spring heat, somehow the temperature has gone up since it's gotten darker. As I question science. I open up my car door, and with that the radio is back on, and I'm driving back home.

      I pull up to my driveway, hurling my car door open, then pounding it shut. Worn out from the long day I had, I had no strength to use the oven, for I microwaved thirteen pizza rolls for three and a half minutes, something I dearly hated doing. Waiting for the time to pass, I open up a futon in my living room, straying a blanket across it, and setting up season four, episode 9 of 'The Office'. Just as I had finished setting up I heard the loud beeping of the microwave. Silencing the timer I had just now realized that I must've left my front door open, as by Garlic's piss, lay a note, with the pizza rolls gone. The note had read "I'm sorry for stealing these pizza rolls, but this is an amazing thing, for as in college, all we do is live off ramen, though they are piss covered, we appreciate these dearly." I smile knowing someone enjoyed the ruined pizza rolls, and the realization that that's the only thing they had taken from my house. I opened the microwave, covering the plate with napkins, not wanting to afford yet another casualty involving my beloved pizza rolls. I scurried off to the futon, putting the pizza rolls to the side, throwing my blanket on me, and pressing play on 'The Office' as I ate my pizza rolls with joy.

A/N-- Expect a lot of stories like this, in this "book" but there will also be poems and drawings occasionally, but anyways, how did you guys enjoy this story? What should I write about next?

-- A thirteen year old with the oddest of Ideas.