This is the last I will be able to post until Monday!!! I'm so so sorry!!
Chapter One.
It started as just a normal, boring day, one where you are so lazy that you stay in you pajamas all day. I was about to do that, but my friend called, begging me to go down to the local grocery store, and pick up some things for her. It was her one-year anniversary with her boyfriend, a huge success for her.
I walked through the double doors of the supermarket, and watched as they tried to squeak close, causing the whole store to look over at me. I then tried to slip into the fruit aisle without being noticed. Well, she said she had wanted canned fruit, so, wait, there was about five different types of fruit that was in a can. Fruit Cup, Cup O’ Fruit, Fruitlicious, Fruit on the Go. So many kinds.
I took out my cell phone, and was just about to call her, when I got a text message.
Bre, just get the first can you see.
Love Jennilyn
I grabbed the can that was closest, and held it in my shaking hand; it was freezing outside, a harsh punishment of the late February weather. I slowly walked up to the cashier, and held out my small purchase. When I finally got done in the store, I went back to Jennilyn’s house, and gave her the fruit.
“Wow, thanks so much Bre, now get out,” Jennilyn said with a laugh and then showed off her pearly whites, while pointing to the door.
“Sure, if you need me, I’ll be in Starbucks,” I said, and lifted up my hand for a wave, and went back outside.
I walked all the way to Starbucks, the light winter breeze making my dark curly brown hair swing from side to side down my back. The bare trees were moving with the wind, and the winter sun was making my brown eyes stand out.
I finally made it to my destination, and grabbed a strawberry frappecino(sp?), I opened up my black canvas bag, and pulled out a book, and then snuggled up in one of the big comfortable chairs.
The book was called Twilight, a story about two lovers who cannot be together. Romantic, very romantic.
I was engrossed in the interesting book so much, that I didn’t hear the jingle of the bells at the door, signaling that someone was entering.
