Saved - h.s.

Chapter 1

It was still dark as I scavenge for something to eat. Of course, Mom forgot to go grocery shopping again, the shopping list still on the fridge. I stare at the clock grudgingly, annoyed at how early it was. Nobody should be awake at 4 a.m. After taking one more quick glance inside the fridge, I decide to put matters into my own hands. Making sure to leave a note on the counter, I slip on my black vans, a pair of faded skinny jeans with rips in the left knee, and the t-shirt closest to me. On my way out, I slam the door, not caring if I made noise or not. 

Outside, I look for my moms white Chevrolet. Gone. She must be out tonight. Again. After starting the engine, I turn the radio on and hum along with Thx Fr Th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy. Happy with my selection, I speed away. 

 At Walmart, I review what Mom wrote down in squiggly handwriting. It dawned on me at how long our grocery list actually was. We literally needed to restock the whole house. Deciding to forget the list, I focus on buying what I want: food. 

Making my way towards the back of the store, I notice how empty the place is. Maybe two or three people here and there, but that's it. After finally finding the Poptarts section, I look frantically for Fudge, and find that it was on the top shelf, way out of my reach. Frustrated, I result to attempting to climb the shelves. No luck. Suddenly, I hear someone behind me. A deep voice, with a British Accent, questioning my attempts. 

 "What the hell are you doing?"

 Still focusing on the task at hand, I replied quickly, "Trying to get these freaking Poptart's from the top shelf since some mastermind decided that everyone who like Fudge Poptart's are 6 feet tall."

 The stranger stifles a laugh, and I'm tempted to turn around and let him have it until he reaches up and easily grabs two boxes of Fudge Poptarts. Instead, I stick with just rolling my eyes. 

 "Sorry" I say, "but I only needed one box. Thanks though." 

That came out rude. Wow Piper. That's a nice way to thank this random stranger who went out of his way to get you a box of poptarts. 

 "Who say's both boxes are for you?" he replies, smirking. 

 I laugh as I study his features. Hes cute. Like, really cute. When he smiled, his dimple became even more noticeable, making his features become softer. He had a head full of dark, long curly hair, and it seemed as though he had just gotten out of bed. He tried to cover his bedhead up with a navy blue beanie. His eyes were forest green, and sparkled; you couldn't help but stare at them. He wore black jeans with a hole at the knee on one side, and a red shirt. 

He notices me staring, and smiles. I return the gesture, thank him once again, and walk off. I notice footsteps behind me, and turn around to see Poptart Dude trying to catch up to me.