Chapter One

It was December 26th, 2012, I was a senior in high school at the time. Everyone was either disappointed or relieved that the Mayan prediction was false. Many families were welcoming home relatives and troops to spend their holidays together. In this small town of Franklinville, it was twenty degrees, with the snow above my ankles. I drove up to the local diner, in my 28 year old Chevy S-10. I was forced to park across the street in the back of the parking lot, having to walk further than anyone else. I had on the warmest clothes I had, thanks to this weather didn't help at all. I had boots with half the sole missing on the right one, a pair of jeans with a tear from the left knee to the ankle, and an old flannal jacket with a hole in the left shoulder and a tear in the right arm. It was a wonder how i wasn't freezing.

 

I walked into the diner and as soon as my foot touched the floor, everyone turned to stare at me. Though it honestly felt more like they were staring through me. I sat at the counter and everyone around me went out to venture in the cold. I slowly lowered my head and i tried not to cry, but before i even had the chance the waitress slammed her hands on the counter. "What do you want?" I looked up slowly to see a brunette, possibly in her forties. "I just want a cup of coffee." Without looking at me, she said with a heavy sigh, "Do you even have enough to pay for the coffee?" "well, how much is it?" She then let out an annoyed sigh that sounded more like a growl, "It's $1.65. Like it says on the menu." I dug around in my pocket for some loose change and managed to pull together $1.65, leaving me with only a quarter, a dime, and two pennies. "It'll be just a moment, sir," the way she said "sir" made my insides begin to churn. As I waited, I lowered my head again and focused on the sounds around the room. The loudest was the sizzling of the bacon, the highest in pitch was the gossip that was most likely about me, but...the one sound that stood out more than the others, was the still soft ticking of the clock across the room.  

 

"Here's your coffee!" The waitress slammed the cup on the counter, causing half of it to spill on me. "Hey, kid." I looked up to see a washcloth in the hand of the waitress. "Clean yourself up." "Thanks." She leaned over towards me and whispered, "You see that girl over there? The blonde one. Well I've been hearing that she likes you." I turned suddenly and saw her, the most beautiful girl there was. Blonde hair, green eyes, just all-around gorgeous. "Your kidding me, right? There's no way that girl would like this, " I said as i pointed at my ragged clothing. She shushed me and said, "You may not think so, but I think you should go talk to her." "I don't know. I don't think I can." She let out another annoyed sigh and in almost a growl she sighed, "Just go up to her and say 'hey'. It'll go from there." I thought for a second, " Fine I'll go talk to her." I slowly got up from the stool and walked to the table where she was sitting at. I let out a quiet noise, "Hi." She looked up at me and said in a angry tone, "What do you want?!" I jumped back a little, apologized really quick and turned away. I stuck my hands in my pockets, lowered my head, "Stupid waitress, " I mumbled as I left.

 

"This day can't possibly get any worse." But of course, as soon as you think that, what happens? Something worse happens. I heard barking coming from down the sidewalk and as soon as I looked up a Boxer was already in the air, snarling and coming at me. "Get off of me!!!!!!" The people in the diner were just looking at me. Didn't seem worried at all. "I SAID GET OFF!!!!!!" With that I managed grab its head and break the neck. I looked at the dog shocked, and I ran to my truck. I started it and drove off.

 

I finally arrived at home to the smell of cheap alcohol and bad cigarettes.

Reviews

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

This is a good start. You could go into the details a little bit more. since you seem to be moving a bit fast. but the story itself is good. can't wait to read more :]