Dream's Embrace
CHAPTER 1
The final bell rang, and everyone raced out the glass double doors. I walked slowly with the crowd, I was always the last one the doors. Last day of school and I already feel the boredom of summer vacation weighing on my tense shoulders.
I walked down the street towards my home. I lived alone, my mom died when I was born and my dad raised me till I was 15 then like my mom he went to the big blue sky above. No relatives would take me in, so I got a job to pay for school and rent.
I reached home to see it was rush hour in the diner. I went around back to a steel door and got out my key. I opened the door, and stepped into my room. It is small, about the size of a walk in closet. The room held one small dresser and my bed. There was only one small room off of my bedroom and it is the bathroom.
I laid down my book –bag and grabbed my diner uniform. Putting it on I could hear my boss call out to me.
"Coming, "I called to him.
"Could you be any slower Milesa," my boss said as I walked to the diners back doors.
"Sorry," I said hurrying into the diner to work.
I took orders from people and served them. Memorization is one of my key figures which really help with this job. I have to remember exactly who orders what and serve it to them orderly.
I was serving a man, when a few of my school mates entered the diner.
"Hey look it's diner girl," one of them said laughing.
I said nothing. I've learn to ignore Sara's taunting. The man I was serving must have been new in town, for he had not learned to ignore her taunting.
"Be quite rat and let her serve the costemers," He said without looking behind himself at the girls.
"What did you say," Sara challenged.
"Sir, there is no need to stick up for me. I am use to her taunting," I said.
"Well there is no reason she can not let everyone else enjoy their meal," He said looking at me with deep blue eyes.
I caught my breath as his eyes met mine with a coolness I could not even begin to imagine.
"Hurry up, and serve the customers," my boss yelled at me.
I raced back to the counter and grabbed two plates. I served the people orderly without thinking. My mind just seemed to stay with that man's blue eyes. Who was he?
Rush hour slowed down as people went back to work. Very few came in after 5:00p.m. on thursday.
"I'll let you off early today. You know how thursdays are," my boss said.
"Yes, I know. Thank you," I said hanging up my apron.
I walked out of the diner to find that strange man (that I met earlier) to be watching me with his blue eye's. I've never been an intrest to guys before. Maybe he's a mass murder or something looking for his next victom. Well he can have me, I got nothing to live for anyway. I looked both way's then crossed the street to him.
"You know, you shouldn't walk up to a stranger," he said looking down at me.
"Yes, well I got nothing to live for. Not only that I do some what know you from the diner," I said challenging his words.
"That you do. My name is Taals, I'm a FBI agent looking into the murders of young women," Taals said smiling.
"I've heard of the murders, young women disappear then show up drained of blood and what appears to be a knife wound to their neck," I said.
"Yes, so I'm keeping an eye on commen places where the murderer might go to find his targets," Taals said looking back over at the diner.
"You might want to try Birds of Paradise, that bar doesn't check ID. So many young people go there to get drunk or get drugs," I said turning around to look at the diner.
"I'll do that," he said turning his head to look at me with a sweet smile.
"While your at it I'll keep an eye out for any suspicious characters in the diner," I said reasuring him that someone else was on the look out.
"Ok, it's getting dark so I better Head to that bar. After all night is the best time to get drunk," he said leaving.
I stood there watching him. How did he know which way Birds of Paradise is? He's FBI I guess it's his right to know.