Where To Go

Prologue

Sage is on her way to Sammy's, to pick up a pack of cigarettes for uncle Joe.

"Hey Megan, I'm going to Sammy's," said Sage. I really don't care Sage, said Megan. After rolling her eyes, Sage left. Sage was a pretty girl, with eyes as green as the grass. She, was a pretty short girl, with a lot of style. She was a special girl, you wouldn't guess about her cultures. Her mother was Venezuelan, and her father was Swedish. Any way she rode her bike three miles down the street, turned left, then hopped off and hid her bike in a field. Then she ran about 100 yards and jumped a metal fence. Then ran down that street, and at the end was Sammy's. Sage did this every Thursday. Her uncle Joe bought a new pack of cigarettes, every week, and would only buy them from Sammy. Sammy was an old friend of uncle Joe. He was also one of the many drug dealers in Venezuela. Hey Sage," said Sam. I'm here for the usual," she said. I figured," he said. "Here you go, oh and tell Joe I can have the stuff ready by Saturday,"said Sam. With a shake of her head Sage left. She put the, cigarettes into her backpack and started running. It was already 2:00, uncle Joe got off from work at 2:25, and would be home by 2:45. Sage had to be back home, and have the cigarettes on the table before he got there. She kept running, once she got to the end of the street she hopped back over the fence. Then, ran 100 yards to get back to her bike. It was already 2:25, he was getting off of work. There was no way she was going to make it, she was dead. As, she was hopping on her bike she saw Jack walking through the fields. "Jack,"she yelled. "Hey Sage,"yelled Jack. Jack was Sage's best friend, and they were always together. Jack didn't know this but Sage had a huge crush on him. "What are you doing here?", said Sage. "We haven't been able to hang out this week because of your uncle, and I knew you would be here." Sage's uncle Joe, hated Jack. Jack was just like Sage's dad, and she didn't even know it. He was always talking about how he wanted to help save the world. Uncle Joe knew this, and it was exactly why he didn't like Jack. Joe thought Jack was a spoiled little rich kid, who liked Sage out of pity. It wasn't that Joe cared about Sage, he was just jealous he didn't have it as good as Jack, when he was young. Back to Jack and Sage, in the field. Oh no, " yelled Sage. What's wrong?", asked Jack. It's 2:30, I'll never make it back in time. "He's taking the bus home and I'm on a bike", she said. Well, lucky for you, you have a best friend who "borrows" his dad's car while he's at work", said Jack. "Thank you so much you're a life saver", said Sage. I know, now come on", he said. Sage picked up her bike and they ran to the car. She put her bike in the trunk and took off, it was 2:42.