Trapped

Ch.3

I flung open the front door and closed it behind me locking it but instantly regretting it because I didn't have a house key yet.

"Stupid." I mumbled, slapping my head. I sighed and instantly cheered up again when I saw my black motorcycle sitting in the driveway. I know what you're thinking, it's a little early in the year to be driving a motorcycle, but I honestly would take this baby over a car any day. It makes me feel carefree.

I grabbed my keys and saw that there were two on the chain. One was my bike key and the other must be the new house key. My dad must have put it there. I smiled knowing that it was a simple gesture but it was still heartwarming. I sat on my bike and hugged it. Two weeks before I moved, I gave it to a mechanic to fix an engine part and I was supposed to get it a week ago but my dad told me that he told them to send it to the new house after we arrived. So long story short I was incredibly giddy to see my baby again. It's one of the few things that makes me feel happy anymore.

I rev the engine to life and listen to it's beautiful purr. I reach behind me opening the back compartment and pull out my leather jacket and helmet. I accidentally left my favorite jacket in my it as well, so I was also excited to have that back. It used to be my mom's. My dad gave it to me when he bought me the bike as a birthday present.

I clipped on my helmet and backed out of the driveway, headed towards where I think the main shopping place is.

There's only one big town here that has a highschool and grade school. There are a few houses, a mall, two restaurants, a fast food place, and a grocery store. Somehow it looked like the country but with city lifestyle. It's actually quite beautiful with the snow in low, fluffy drifts and hanging on the occasional tree.

After riding around and getting used to the roads, I finally pull up to the mall. It was pretty packed but I found a nice place to park a few spots in. I packed my helmet and jacket, taking my keys with me. I looked both ways before crossing over to the doors.

As I reached for the door two boys came barreling out and would've knocked me over if I hadn't moved to the side. I watched as they hid behind one of the decorative pots to the side of the entrance. A few seconds later a mall cop came out bumping into me. He looked down after looking around. He seemed agitated.

"Have you seen two boys come out this way?" He had a deep voice full of authority. "They're both a foot taller than you but not as tall as me. They would be handsome... in your standards." What does this guy know about my standards?

"Stupid teenagers, I hate them." He started to grumble. "I was never like that when I was young." He went on rambling even though I'm a stranger.

I don't like when adults try to judge teens based on how they acted when they were young. You made mistakes too. I sigh and wonder why I bother to get upset. Everyone thinks the same, that's why I hate my family. Well, not my dad but then again he doesn't share his opinions often, he never has.

"Yes I've seen them." I say a little curiously. "Why are you looking for them?"

He looked me up and down through squinted eyes. "They stole my lunch while I was on break and then claimed they didn't know where it went, but clearly they did. They always cause trouble around here, and no one will agree they need to be banned from the mall." He finished, huffing after recapping the story.

What a stupid thing to be mad about. Not all but most teenage boys tend to do stupid stuff when they're bored, that's there fault really. So I don't understand why I feel the need to help them if they did something dumb. Maybe it was because I didn't like this mall cop, but whatever the reason I decided to help out the boys.

"That's terrible!" I say deciding to have some fun myself. "Those boys should really be dealt with. I don't think I feel safe eating in the mall now." I said it in a seriously concerned tone. "I will definitely help you find them! They went around the mall but they could be in the parking lot by now hiding." I looked around to see where I should direct him. "They went around that corner but I thought I saw one head towards the lot." I said, trying to look concerned and concentrated.

"Thank you Miss! You are too kind." He then put his arm on my shoulder and I tried not to stiffen. "I promise once I catch these two you will be able to eat in peace." As he started to speed off, I tried not to laugh, as tears started to form. He runs so oddly, like a model with to high heals and his hands were in fists like he was power walking. On top of that his last words to me were said so seriously I almost couldn't contain myself while he was in front of me. I heard laughter behind me and I turned instantly in fear and embarrassment.

The two boys were out of there hiding spot and we're looking at me and then where the cop went.  When it comes to adults I feel completely normal and not shy but in front of kids my age I feel embarrassed and scared. I become a nervous wreck if someone my age starts a conversation, especially girls. It started to be that way after I was bullied my freshmen year. But it stopped after that because the kid transferred. My fear stayed and I turned to escape the laughing boys as quickly as possible. One called after me but I just quickened my pace heading inside and taking many turns trying my best to not look behind me.