"Damn,come on" I thought. There I stood in a rat infested store, with a handful of groceries I had no use for.In my head I was thinking hurry the HELL up.The clerk was taking his ever loving time packing everyone's' bags.Box by box, bag by bag, I just could take it."Hurry the fu!# up" I yelled. Everyone glared at me as if I had suddenly burst into flames.I tried my best to keep a tough face.
Were I lived if you weren't tough you better know people. The people in my neighborhood were mean , ruthless criminals with no real future and didn't care if they had different. I was known as being a tough deep kid.They didn't mess with me and some admired me for my stories. Everyone knew me by DJ due to my name being Darion Jenkins. Another reason people didn't mess with me is due to my situation at home.My mother was known to be a less than savory woman.
By the time reached the front of the line, I could see that it was already dark outside. I asked the clerk to speed it up.He gave me a ghastly look, that looked as if he were staring right through me.He slowly rung each of the items I had, lazily.
On my way out I gave him the finger then walked off briskly just in case he was coming after me. I wlways had to involintaraly walk to the store for my mom. I started walking for 10 minutes and had to pee half way.As I continued walking I heard a moaning sound.I went back and the moaning stopped.I turned around and walked with a faster pace.I heard footsteps and before I could turn around a pair of lanky cold arms rapped around me holding me tighter than any bearhug I had evr had.I froze like a statue with fear.
Who was this?What was I going to do?
To Be Continued...
