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“Hmm let me see, I got the lectures, tomatoes, potatoes, broccoli, and most importantly beef. What am I missing?” I spoke to myself while standing in the middle of the store.
“I really should start to make a shopping list,” I said with a sigh, as I gave up and started my two-minute journey over to the cash register. But as I made my way there I walked through the candy aisle and without me even noticing my pace got slower and slower until I eventually stopped in front of the chocolate.
“... On one hand, I could choose to be healthy and not buy chocolate, buuut, on the other hand, I am a grown-ass adult and make my own money(not a lot, but I do make my own money)so basically... I can buy whatever the hell I want. Then again do I want to get fat?” I discussed with myself which ended in me standing silently thinking for about five seconds before taking two somewhat big chocolate bars, moving to the chip section, and taking a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, original salty potato chips, and some dip, and lastly a bottle of Coke Cola.
“Fuck it if I'm going to get fat, I'm going to get so fat I can roll around my apartment!” I shouted, getting some weird stares from the other customers, not that I cared. I walked over to the cash register, paid for my groceries, and walked out of the supermarket with all my groceries in my two shopping bags, and went to my car. I put the groceries in the back before getting in the driver's seat and driving back to my apartment while rocking out to some banger tunes.
Gladiator, gladiator, gladiator
Picked a fight with the gods I'm the giant slayer
Boneshaker, dominator
Freight train, wrecking ball, I'm the gladiator
(AN: This verse is from Zayde Wolf “Gladiator” a fucking awesome song- in my opinion)
But before I could continue with my terrible singing my phone started ringing, flashing the name Household CEO on the screen, I know not to use my phone while driving which is why I had it connected over my car radio. I paused my music and before answering. “Hi mom” I spoke still focusing all my attention on the road and the other idiots on said road.
“Hello Blizzard, how’s my favorite snowstorm?” I chuckled a bit, she's been calling me that since I was seven. As to how I got the nickname, well let's just say I love snow and creating chaos and leave it there.
“All is well here captain, just got back from the supermarket,”
“... Onions, sweetie,” She said with a knowing tone before I could even ask her what she meant, I realized why she said it.
“Damn it, that's what I forgot!” I yelled out in annoyance hitting the steering wheel in frustration, frown formed on my lips. “How in the seven circles of hell did you know that I forgot onions?”
“Sweetie this is the third time this week you have forgotten them. I still don't understand why you don't just make a shopping list” She replied with a sigh.
“Yeah, yeah. I just forgot okay” I grumbled to myself, but mom could still hear me loud and clear.
“If you say so, Dory. Anyway I'm calling because of aunt Sarah, she's not going to be able to make it over there, she's already canceled her ticket” Mom explained, I could hear the clattering in the background making me assume she was in the kitchen.
“Aw come on, I just finished cleaning and making the guest bedroom ready, I was going to make her favorite, not to mention I already bought the Verdi and beer for tomorrow,” I said even more annoyed now. Aunt Sarah was just about our favorite aunt, and our only aunt. Even though she wasn't our aunt by blood but she could just as well be since she and my mom grew up together and are attached by the hip.
“Both you and I know that you would have burnt the food and ended up buying pizza instead anyway,” She said in a deadpan tone, and she was completely right, I suck so much at cooking I could probably even set boiling water on fire and I was just as bad with plants, not burning them but just overwatering them or completely forgetting that they actually need water to live even though basically, every living creature needs H2O to survive. “I know but it's the sentiment that counts, right?”
“Sure sweetie, anyway I was just calling to inform you of that and to make sure you weren't dead”
“Yeah sorry about that, I've just been so busy lately, you know grading papers and the parent-teacher conference that happened, so I haven't had time to call”
“Alright sweetie, just promise that there won't go so long before we hear from you again, okay?”
“Roger that Captain, anyway I gotta set sail, I'll talk to you soon and say hi to Ronnie for me will ya”
“Of course my little Blizzard, bye, and remember the shopping list next time you go shopping kay” She replied before hanging up. I felt a soft smile creep up on my lips as I shook my head a little.
“I'm never gonna be able to remember that damn shopping list unless I get my life together and that won’t happen for a few thousand years”
I parked the car in the parking lot near my apartment complex. I took my groceries and made my way up the stairs since there wasn't an elevator in this building even though it was six floors high. The most unfortunate thing is that I lived on the fifth floor so there were a lot of stairs. I finally walked into my apartment feeling drained of all life and energy, only managing to make it to the couch before falling and began to grasp greedily for the air like I needed it to survive… oh wait, I do.
I just laid there for about five minutes before getting up and putting the groceries away. But just as I was putting the beer and Verdi in the fridge I heard my phone vibrate on the kitchen counter indicating I got a text. I closed the fridge and went over to check my phone. It was a text from my good buddy Callum, he was a giant cereal lover and an amazing friend, we’ve been friends since the third grade so we knew to know way too much about each other… way too much.
Cereal Killer: Hey so, I'm in a bit of a pickle and was wondering if you could come by and help me out? Please it's important
Me: Oh come on, can't it wait till tomorrow I just got back home!
Cereal Killer: Sorry but no, this is a serious emergency and I need your help. Besides, you owe me after what happened last month.
Me: … Fine but if I do this, you're buying me a giant bag of Maltesers.
Cereal Killer: Fine, just please hurry up okay!
“Fucking hell” I cursed as I grabbed my jacket and keys before going out the door. When I finally came to my car I hurried and got in before driving towards Callum’s house. After about thirteen minutes of driving, I arrived at their driveway. Callum was married to a wonderful woman named Julia, very sweet and very pretty, and believe it or not Callum was a high-end engineering technician, and Julia a very successful lawyer which is why they were able to afford the very amazing house they have. They had offered to lend me some money if I needed but I always refused since I feel like I wouldn't know what to do with them, they did give me about 500 dollars as a Christmas present just so I could buy new school surplice for my students as a Christmas present(a shitty one but a needed one) since some of them came from some pretty poor families that couldn't always afford new school surplice.
I sighed before getting out of my car and making my way to their front door but before I could even knock the door got opened by a frantic Julia.
“Oh thank god you're here, come on he's in the guest room,” She said pulling me inside by my arm before closing the door behind me.
“Woah Woah wait a minute, Julia what's going on!” I yelled as she dragged me through the house whilst still holding on to my arm with a vice-like grip. “You'll know when we get there” was the only thing she said before going silent again.
As we came to the guest bedroom she knocked two times and quickly the door was opened by a tired-looking Callum “Reagan finally, I've done what I could but it's not much” Callum said as both me and Julia walked into the room and what I saw shocked me. A young boy was lying on the bed, he couldn't be more than 6 or 7 years old, he had wounds everywhere. I walked slowly over to his side and kneeled beside him looking over his wounds, his right hand was broken and his left didn't look much better but it didn't look broken.
“It's way worse on his chest” I heard Julia say, curiously I pulled his t-shirt up and saw something that was mortifying, there was a giant Y cut down his stomach, I felt the food in my stomach slowly trying to make its way back up, I could see Julia and Callum looking away in the corner of my eye. I took a big breath and let it out again before standing up and looking at Callum and Julia.
“Who is he and why isn't he in a hospital?” I said as calmly as possible, it was no use to start panicking or stressing, that wouldn't do any good.
“I found him on my way back from work, he was just lying out on the street bleeding out. I was about to call 911 but he woke up briefly, I tried to tell him that everything would be okay and that the ambulance was going to come soon, but then he began panicking and screaming about how he didn't need to go to the hospital and that they would find him there and take him back. He pleaded and begged me not to call them before falling unconscious, so I did the only thing I could think of at the moment and brought him here. But neither Julia nor I am capable of taking care of a child, much less one who is so severely hurt as he is. Then I remembered that you use to study to become a nurse before becoming a teacher instead and thought that you might be able to help more than either of us, especially since you've had to help with much worse wounds” Callum explained very quickly but I caught everything he said. I looked back at the kid and with a sigh, I asked Callum the exact time he found the kid before asking Julia to get my emergency medical stuff in the trunk of my car which she quickly got for me. I asked both of them to leave and they did, shutting the door behind them, leaving me and this kid alone in this dark room only lit up by the light on the bedside table, I quickly got to work on patching this kid up.