Noelle Reagan is an aspiring photojournalist that is trying to get her big break. She works for one of the most read newspapers that has ever been printed, The Daily Breeze. She was working on her article for her paper when her boss, Ms. Missy Town...
After telling the man, Wyatt, that in order to make up for running me over and putting me in the hospital he would be getting me Oreos, we heading to the nearest supermarket which turns out to be Walmart. I have never seen a Walmart this big in my life. The one I am used to is at least two times smaller.
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So Wyatt parks his car in a parking closest to the door. No, it wasn't a handicap parking spot I know what you are thinking. Anyways, I slowly climb out of the car, hanging on to the door. I suddenly felt light-headed and sit back down in the passenger seat with my legs hanging out the door. I try taking deep breaths because I honestly don't know what to do.
"Noelle, are you okay? What's wrong?" Wyatt had jumped out of the car and ran around to my side kneeling to see my face.
"Yea, I'm fine just felt a little lightheaded that's all." I slowly pull myself up out of the car, with Wyatt rising up as well holding out an arm for me to grab if I needed any extra support. I shake my head, and his arm drops to his side. Though after a few steps, the lightheadedness comes back again. I sway unsteadily on my feet. Thankfully, Wyatt is paying attention and he wraps an arm around my waist.
"Woah, are you sure that you are okay? Maybe we should put you in a buggy." Wyatt says a slight grin on his face. I guess the idea of pushing me around in a buggy is amusing to him.
"That actually sounds really nice to be completely honest," I reply. Wyatt's head turns quickly to face me. His eyes are wide open, his mouth is hanging open, and we have come to a complete stop. I start to laugh at him.
"What did you think I would hate the idea? I mean, I just got out of the hospital, and I don't wanna feel like an old lady being pushed around in a wheelchair so... The buggy is the next best thing." I said walking forward, and gently pulling him along with me.
"Ah, I see," Wyatt said. We are now at the entrance where the buggies are held.
"So were you serious about pushing me around in the buggy?" I ask. Wyatt stares at me for a good two minutes, with people walking around us trying to get a buggy of their own before entering into the store.
"Well, if you really want too..." Wyatt didn't even have time to finish his sentence before I had grabbed a buggy and climbed inside and sat down ready to be pushed. I turn in the buggy to face the entrance of the grocery department so I couldn't see what was going on behind me. Then the buggy begins to move and I can hear Wyatt behind me chuckling.
"So, first things first... we need to find the Oreos," I say said as Wyatt pushes me into the store.
"Okay dear, where might we find these things that you call them Oreos?" The voice behind me definitely did not belong to Wyatt. The buggy is still moving as I turn my head around to face the person who was pushing the buggy. It's an old lady with white hair made to stand in ginormous curls around her head, bright pink lipstick, and blue-silver eyeshadow. I almost scream if I hadn't looked behind her and see Wyatt bent over laughing. He is laughing so hard that there are tears streaming down his face, and there is no sound escaping his mouth. I turn back around to face forward with a pout on my lips.
