Temptation

Chapter One

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Chapter One

There they were, smoking their lives away without a care in the world on the side of our local grocery mart—the freaks of our small town Holloway. I watch them with envy. All of them uniquely cloned, in their muted clothes and distressed jeans. The towns’ people dubbed them as heartless monsters, emotionless monsters. They were a bad influence. They didn’t seem that bad or emotionless, as I watched them laugh, and very much enjoy each other’s company; all of them, a united front against the world.

                    I felt as if I couldn’t break my gaze away from them—as if I was precariously intrigued by their very existence…being able to exist against the evil glares, and remarks.

                    Then—one of them looked at me with achingly bone chilling violet eyes. I stumble back in horror, and awe, only to be caught by the elbow. I look up, to see my dad starring at them with a disapproving look.

                    “Disgusting low down dirty scum.” he mutters, pulling me along. I can’t break eye contact with the boy for some reason, as my Dad pulls me through the sliding door. My dad mumbles to himself about them being bad people—with issues, as he racks up our groceries. My dad is usually a nice man—but I guess he doesn’t too kindly to what everyone calls…the freaks.

                    “I’m going to head over to the book department.” I tell my dad, wrapping my arms around myself. “Alright hun, but can I ask you one thing?”

                    “Sure Dad, shoot.”

                    “Promise you’re old man you’ll never be one of them.” I search his face for some type of reason, but give up. Blankly, I respond, “Sure.”

                    Making my way to the books, I breathe a sigh of relief. Books—I loved them. They were my life. They were what kept me from thinking of my mom’s horrible death. It held my attention to detract it from the bad memories.

                    I run my fingers along the spines of the books, and awe at all of them before male laughter knocks me out of my reverie. I turn, and there they were—looking at playboy magazines. I make a face of disgust, but can’t help but want to be closer.

                    I kept low, and went to each aisle, slowly trying to get closer...to observe them. When I felt someone’s presences behind me, I whirled around and caught my breath. It was the boy with violet eyes. “You like to read?” he inquired lamely, picking up a large novel. I swallow nervously, and nod. “It also appears you like to watch other people mind their own business.” He hissed at me.

                    I fumbled back awkwardly, and grabbed the bookshelf to sturdy myself. “I was looking at books,” I whisper. “Honest.”

                    He gave me a blank look, and glared over his shoulder. “I think it’d always be safer to mind your own business.” He ridiculed, before turning on his heel, and disappearing to the right. I felt dumbfounded, and conflicted.  My heart beat was faltering, and I looked over to see if the group was still there—but they were gone.

                    Just then my Dad came down the aisle. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go.”

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Spirit week was this week. I didn’t have much school spirit, but the class with the most spirit gets to go out to The Cheesecake Factory, and I knew if I didn’t participate—I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Today was Monday—so it was pajama day, because Monday’s are lazy days.