Jigsaw

The tour

Maybe I forgot to mention, I lived in Ventura, California. It was sunny, a bit too sunny for my taste. I hated the people there, I hated the schooling system, everything. Something was always off about that place. And i hated that i couldn't put my finger on it. It bothered me until the day i got friends.. It took that off my mind for a while... Hopefully, here will be different. The people here seem friendly... But its too early to start judging this place, I've only seen its cover. I've yet to see it's contents and true colors.

But like all books there's always a reason to write them in the first place, that reason wouldve been developped over time and eventually all things would come to light.... First thing i have to do and look around Jigsaw see the people even if it is a front. I like to get a feel for the place before i plan to do anything at all.

I went downstairs and passed through the group of neighbors at the door, trying to mind my own business, except they kept greeting me and shaking my hand, a part of me felt as if they were eyeing me like a piece of meat. It was creeping me out, but it was probably all in my head. Paranoia... Right?

I grabbed by jacket from the coat rack next to the door and slipped outside. Ignoring the rest of the neighbors, rude I know, but l had to get a feel for this new place. Is that so bad? Anyway, I walked down the sidewalk looking around, putting my jacket on and walking briskly. "For summer break, why the fuck is it so cold?" I mumbled. "Because thats how shit works in washington." A slightly familiar voice answered behind me.

I looked behind me and saw a girl around my height, with a oddly colored grey eyes; she had hair over on one of her eyes and it seemed to stop at the rim of her mouth, getting longer and longer as it went around to the back and shortenning as it came back around. She work a little bit of eyeliner and black clothing just like me. Her shirt had a "Bring Me the Horizon" (which i don't really like) T-shirt on and skinny jeans that were checkered on one leg and camoflauge on the other.

But hey, its the first seemingly likable thing ive seen since i got here. "Uhm hi..." I mumbled. She put her hand over her ear, "What?" I sighed.. "Hi." She laughed. "Hi, i'm Prescilla. I'm guessing your the new kid on the block." I raised an eyebrow. "Kid? I'm 17." I grinned. "I'd bet that you're the kid here." I laugh and say this. "I'm 16... Still no difference. I'm probably more mature." she mumles and starts walking blowing the hair out of her face. "Just saying that proves that your not mature." I explain.

"Oh well, whatevs. Anyway, what brought you to this tiny town in the middle nowhere?" She asked me. "The scenery...?" I shrug and chuckle. "True. It is beautiful here." She shrugged. "You'll get bored of it eventually..." She told me and started walking having me follow. "I guess, I'll have to show you the way around town right?" I nod. "I guess." So i followed her around the town, learned where almost all the basic stuff was. The last stop was a small cafe relatively close to the high school. Which reminds me... I gotta register for my junior year... ugh... Yeah... Three more weeks until school starts... I was cooped up in my room almost all summer. i was depressed the entire time. Damn it...

Anyway, we entered the cafe and the cashier smiled and asked, "The usual?" Guessing she comes here alot... She nodded and smiled, "Yes please." She took a booth, sat there and waited for the order. He looked at me and asked, "Lemon cake?" I looked at him confused. Lemon cake was my favorite when it came to café pastries. I nodded, "Yeah. Thanks." I took a seat across. "I'm Trinity, by the way." She and I shook hands. She looked past me and at the cashier. "How much longer, Z?" Prescilla asked. "A few more minutes." He answered. She nodded and looked back at me. "Like he said, a few more minutes." She told me. I nodded. "Uhm, is lemon cake the special today?" I asked. She nodded and smiled.

I nodded slightly and looked back at the cashier, Z. He was about 5"8'. Short brown hair, dark brown eyes, and unnaturally pale skin. His hands moved fast as he made the lemon cake and something that looked like cheesecake. He then smiled proudly at his master pieces, bringing them to us; grinning. "Bon appetit." He sets his plates before us and smiled even wider. Prescilla eyed the cheesecake, looking hungrier by the second. I looked at mine, it was coated in lemon cream with pieces as strawberries in the bread, sprinkled with... Sprinkles. It was diabetes heaven. Gorgeously made, mouthwatering lemony paradise. I knew why Prescilla was eyeing her cheesecake. "Anyway, what would you guys like to drink?" He broke our trance with that question. "Uhm.... Warm milk please." I answered and turned towards Prescilla, "What about you?" She tilted her head. "Hmmm... The same." Z nodded and went to get our beverages. We took up our forks and took the first bites of our sweet pastries. The lemony strawberry taste brought back memories.