Chapter 1 – The Not so Perfect Life

AN: Wow, here's the first chapter of this story. I decided to post if before the end of "Summer Camp Nightmare" because of the nice reviews. Thank you very much to the six people who reviewed for the trailer, it means a lot!!! Luv you guys, because that means you are supporting me with this story right from the beginning! I really appreciate that!

The idea came to me and I really wanted to start it. I really hope that you guys enjoy this. There is a trailer on my youtube channel if you want to check it out (Link to my channel in my profile).

Anyway, here's the first chapter of my new story.

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Walking into the restaurant, I looked around. It was time for my weekly check to see if everything was running smoothly.

My name is Troy Bolton, and I am the owner of the multi-million dollar restaurant chain known as Bolton's Diner. This makes me the richest man in Albuquerque. To others, my life seems perfect. I have a large house complete with swimming pool and basketball court, best friends that I can call up anytime whenever I am in the mood to socialize, and one of the most successful restaurants in the business. My life is considered the ideal life. Newspapers are always writing about how I live an amazing life. To live rich is to live "Bolton's Life". I am getting these observations on how my life is perfect almost daily. I, however, think that my life is far from it.

Like many others, my mom has nagged me throughout my 23-year-old life to do a lot of things. Whether it was eating my vegetables, brushing my teeth or remembering my manners, I seemed to always hear it coming out of her mouth. It seemed like it was a constant part of my life. There was one thing that I didn't hear as often, but the idea that constantly stirred up my emotions deep inside.

"Troy, you have to get yourself a wife."

It's not that I don't want to get a wife but completely the opposite. You see, I have a tendency of attracting women that want either my money or are only in it for the status that comes along with it. I want someone that loves me, for who I am, not someone who is in it for the perks. The thing that bugs me the most when my mom nags me about it is that she says it like is can just snap my fingers and it will happen. Like I can just wish for a wife and "poof!" it happens. Unfortunately, we life in the 21st century, and technology still hasn't developed that yet.

If only.

The desire that I have for a wife is the one thing that would make my life complete. I have looked and looked, dated many different women, but I still haven't found the right one. Not all the girls I have dated were bimbos. Some were nice, caring, and most importantly, mother-approved. It's just that these girls weren't "the one". I know it sounds like I am hoping for a fairytale relationship, but I am being realistic. I believe that there is someone, somewhere in the world, that is the "one" for me. I know that if it is meant to happen, fait will bring her to me.

One thing that I have learned in my life is that fate works in the strangest ways.

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"Hello sir, how are you?" Rogers, manager of the restaurant, came up to me. He always was a suck up. He has a strange belief in his mind that, if he sucks up to me enough, he will get the raise that he has always wanted. Unfortunately, I reward people for their efforts, not their skills at sucking up to people.

"Good."

"Splendid, splendid. Well, as you can see, the restaurant is in tiptop shape. You know I like to keep it running smoothly." Half the time it is actually James, one of my best friends and vice-manager that is actually doing the work.

"Good."

"Well sir, would you like to go to the kitchen. Or perhaps you would like to – "

"I can take it from here Rogers." I didn't need his help to find my way around; I build the place for goodness sakes.

"Right. I'll be in the back if you need me." And with that he walked off. Breathing a sigh of relief, I walked around, looking at the smiling people eating their dinner.

James was standing near the back, watching Rogers from a distance. Evidently he didn't trust him either. A small smile and nod in my direction showed me that he acknowledged my presence, but he didn't want to come over. Typical, lazy, James.

A laugh coming from the corner caught my attention, and I saw a man, woman and toddler girl sitting. The girl had just taken a French fry and stuck it in her dad's coke, and obviously the family thought it was funny. I headed over towards the table, making it seem like I was just taking a look around the room. Something about the little girl made me drawn to her, and I wanted to get a closer look.

"Hello, I'm the owner of this restaurant. I couldn't help but notice what an adorable little girl you have." The mother seemed to glow with pride at my words.

"Thank you. Her name is Marguerite and she's 2 years old." I looked at the little girl, and a smile adorned my face. Her green eyes were filled with excitement at the prospect of meeting a new person. She raised her little arms up towards me.

"May I?" I asked. Her mother nodded. I reached over and scooped the little girl in my arms. She immediately began giggling and playing with my hair. She then looked at my face in curiosity, and pointed at my eyes.

"Blue." She said. Everyone laughed, myself included.

"Yes, they are blue. And yours are green." I poked her little nose, sending her in another fit of giggles. Holding her in my arms made my desire for a child ever greater. I wanted my own little girl to hold in my arms, to rock her gently to sleep, and to teach all the valuable lessons that I had learned myself. Looking at the girl I realized what it was that drew me to her; she was what I imagined as a dream child. Thin, curly hair tied up in little pigtails, with a flowery dress and light up running shoes.

Marguerite poking my nose brought me out of my thoughts. She looked at me curiously, with her little head cocked to the side. I turned back towards the parents.

"Thank you for letting me hold her, she's beautiful." I handed the excited toddler back to her parents.

"Anytime." I looked at the little girl smiling.

"Bi." She said.

"Bye sweetie." I waved. She waved back. I nodded towards the parents once more, and then turned to head outside. I passed all of the families enjoying their dinner, until I finally reached the doors.

Standing outside the restaurant, I looked at the view. One of the main reasons that this restaurant was a success was its location. The Albuquerque Mountains surrounded the restaurant, and green grass covered the ground. The only pavement around was the parking lot, and a small road that wound through. Otherwise that the restaurant was somewhat isolated, the next building being at least 2 miles away. This gave the customers peace and serenity when they came to eat.

I watched as another family exited out of their minivan and headed towards the entrance. I smiled at them as they passed, then continued looking around.

A coyote howling in the distance turned my face towards the west. The sounds of Albuquerque had always soothed me as a child, and it continues to do so now. I looked around at the nature around me, taking in the immense beauty that was around me.

It was then that I saw her.

A woman seemed to be walking down the quiet road. She had on a large trench coat. She seemed to be a small speck in the distance, but I could tell she was heading closer. She was probably heading to the restaurant to have a relaxing meal just like the rest of the people inside. Something inside me wanted to meet this girl. There was this mysterious vibe that came off of her, and I wanted to figure her out. It was not everyday that a woman was seen walking alone, late in the evening, on a practically deserted road. Something was different about her, and I was going to figure it out. She neared me, and I got ready to walk towards her and greet her.

The next events happened in slow motion.

In the distance, a car screech was heard. The sound brought a shiver to my spine. Every time I watch a movie, the car screech always foreshadows problems.

A car came speeding down the road, swerving. The driver was evidently not sober. He was driving at a speed that would get him a ticket if a police officer were around. Watching the car swerve, I finally realized what was going to happen. And it was not good.

The warning didn't even have time to come out of my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, the woman turned around, a deer caught in the headlights. Her scream filled the air as the car rammed into her side, throwing her to the ground. The car continued to drive, not even taking in the fact that they had just hit someone. The driver continued driving, but not before I got the license plate memorized in my mind.

As soon as I was finished writing the license down in my cell phone, I turned back towards the woman. I ran towards her lifeless body, until I finally reached her. The sight that was in front of me made me dizzy.

The woman's eyes were closed, her body non-moving. She had a deep gash in her forehead. I kneeled down and checked for a pulse, relieved to find a weak one. Her face looked white in the lighting emitting from the large street lamp. But it was none of this that caused me the unusual pain I was feeling in my heart. It was not the fact that this woman had just been injured in a hit and run accident.

What caused me the most pain was the face that this woman was heavily pregnant.

AN: Well, there it was, the first chapter. Please tell me what you think. I know that it is a cliffhanger, and that most people hate them, but I really want people to get into the story quickly, and also to start the story off right away.

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