Chapter 4: Hide?

Tristan woke up early the next morning, and couldn't get back to bed. He stayed up in bed just laying there for about 15 minutes, then got up. He had nothing to do. He didn't have classes to teach that day, and he didn't have anywhere to go. He decided that he wanted to go out to eat at the little old diner on the corner of Oak and William. He had always known about it, but never gone. He knew Angelina would complain later on about it. So he just decided that he would write a note to her explaning everything. He grabbed a sticky note off the pad, and began to write :

Dear Angie,

I went to the diner on the corner of Oak and William,

I knew you would be mad that I didn't bring you, so I

left you this note to explain it all. I didn't want to wake

you, you just looked so peacefull, I know this is a big

line, that every man uses, but I mean it, I didn't want

to wake you, my love, I'll see you later, and I'll bring

you out to eat, at your fav. resturaunt, "Eddy's Grill"

Love,

Tristan

He hoped that she would buy his poor excuse of "You looked so peaceful." "I don't have a chance!" He said to himself. He just shrugged it off, and left. He pulled up in front of the diner and parked. He was unsure for a few minutes, but then shrugged that off too. He jumped out of his car, and walked up to the door. The handle was covered in some kind of red powder. Tristan unsurely opened the door. He could hear a bell ring when the door slid open, so he saw the inside. It was even worse. It was dark and gloomy, and it looked like the people who owned the place didn't know what a duster was. Tristan definatly had his doughts about this, what would the food look like? He shrugged it off, and sat down. A confused waitor came over to him to get his order. Apparently...obviously they didn't get much customers.

A little after he had got his meal, and started eating, another customer came, a little girl. She looked about 11 to Tristan, but he couldn't be sure. Right after her came in a man, he had a full black coat on, and a black tophat also. He looked like he was going to a funeral. Tristan thought him to be the father of the little girl, who had come in just before him. But he found out it wasn't. The man had sat down at a different table, and now was being waited on. He ordered spagetti...at now 7:00 am. Tristan was a bit stumped at that one. The little girl ordered a bowl of cheerios. This young lady seemed more than ordinary, it was kind of strange to Tristan, because after that she ad asked for a rootbeer, which most kids would, he felt like it was being rehearsed.

He knew something was going to happen. He just knew it, he could feel it in his bones. He prepped for...whatever was going to happen...and...all of a sudden, the man in the black coat jumped up from his table, and pulled out a gun. The little girl just sat there, like she was frozen. She stared at the man as he said "This is a stick-up, everybody on the floor...now!" Tristan got to the floor, as did all the others. The little girl seemed very terrified.

After a while of looking at the man with the coat, he started looking a bit familiar. The little girl was inching towards Tristan everytime the man looked away. Finally she reached him. "Hide...if you can." Said Tristan. "Hide?" Said the girl. "Yes, yes, hide!" He replied. "Why, this is not real...oh my, did you think that it was real?" Said the girl. "Well...what else would I think." Said Tristan. He stood up. "Okay...I know this is fake, get on with why this is going on." "Well." Said the man with the fake gun, Tristan know knew.

"I'm Rob Hezze, I'm trying to get a career in acting, we all come here, and practice...I want to be in scary movies." Said Rob, in a very malicious way. "And I'm Gabriella Morgan. You can call me Gabby, though." Said Gabby. "Oookkkaayyy." Said Tristan. "I'll be leaving now." Said tristan, walking to the door. He had just swung it open the door when the lady behind the counter said, " Um..I know this was all an act, but, could you pay the bill please?"