Tunneling out

Chapter 1

"GET UP BOY", I hear a voice shout into my ear, "GET UP", it sounds again. I open my eyes recognizing now who's voice it was.

"WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE", she yells.

"STOP YELLING," I say with as much power behind my yell as hers.

"Don't yell at me young man I am your mother"

"Fine, why are we in such a hurry"

"You remember my sister Jessibel right"

"Yeah, I remember aunt Jess"

"Well she lives out here and asked us to come over at exactly 9:30 or we wouldn't be able to get any of her heart stopping, brain busting, tongue tickling cookies."

"Seriously?" I ask. I haven't had her cookies in five years and I still can remember the taste of her famous cookies. I mean it when I say famous. She owns the top rated bakery in the whole city, and that bakery is known for its homemade cookies. Well, it was the last time I checked. Which was probably around two years ago, but her bakery cannot be surpassed so I doubt that its not still number one. "Her cookies are amazing," I said, now wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.

"I know, that is why we have to get moving now"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming just get moving and I'll follow"

"Don't get l---"

"Lost, I know, I know, I'm right behind you, I promise"

"If you are not there when I leave this building, I'm leaving you behind"

"Can I use the bathroom first though"

"Sure, go use the restroom, actually now that I think about it I have to use it too"

I sprint away, speeding towards the restroom. I really need to do number two. School food never really did my stomach any good. The running had soon turned into a trot and then a fast walk when I finally make it to the restroom, feeling now as if I am about to explode.

After about twenty minutes of constipation, my stomach finally enabled me to get up off the toilet, wipe, and wash my hands. I hurry out of the restroom feeling the glare of those who have taken notice of my air pollution. My mother has undoubtedly left me already to get those cookies, so I guess I'm on my own. 

I check my wallet finding forty-five dollars and seventy-three cents. I then check my phone for the time but find that it is completely dead. "Well that's just perfect," I say to myself. At least I have enough money for a taxi.

I exit the building, immediately making my way to the edge of the side walk. I attempt to call for a taxi and one comes but passes me only to go to to the person several yards away. I try again and again but it is as if the taxis are intentionally ignoring me.

Turning away from the road, I hang my head low in defeat. As I begin to walk I run into a tall man in all black. As, my eyes rose to meet his I noticed a tattoo on his neck almost unnoticeable in the dark.

"Have a little enthusiasm," he said in a voice so deep it sent chills down my spine.

"Well, I tried but the taxis keep ignoring me"

"Here, I'll show you how it's done," the man responded. 

He proceeded to the road whistling as a taxi that had looked at me and passed several times pulled up for the man. I feel slightly uneasy as the man opens the door to talk to the driver. "Sure", I here the driver say. The man turns to me and says, "come on, you can ride with me".

"No thanks, I think that I can get a taxi on my own now"

"I'm sorry kid but, with your hight and lack of proper taxi calling training you're never gonna get a taxi"

"Well, I'd like to find that out for myself if you don't mind"

"Kid, you don't want to stay out here for any longer. I saw you trying to catch a taxi, your just not cut out for it. Now, get in this car and let me get you where you need to be," the man said this now more telling me then asking me.

I don't know why but his tone had been so strict I feel as if I can't say no. This guy is starting to scare me a little. What harm can us riding a taxi together do. 

Authors Note:

I just posted the first chapter of another book I'm writing so if you guys are interested you can go read it. This book is still kinda boring though. If you think I should just give up on writing this, I will. Well, be blessed.