Another chapter. I unfortunatly don't own anything.

I get my mother situated on the couch in what seems to be the living room and try to find some paper and pen to write a note. So, just go, get some food, come home and get ready? I try to crank my head around the corner to see what time the oven clock said. I blink a couple times so that my vision could focus on the tiny numbers, 4:39pm. Well...normal parties start at 9 or 10-ish, you don't want to be the first one there because if it's a house party and you don't know who's house it is, it can get pretty interesting. And not in the good way. But if it's a club or something to that effect, all the fake ID kids are there early and will hit on you and act like little perv's. Then you don't want to get there too late, because then everyone's already drunk and it's just not fun for the one sober person.

Crap. What's the legal age in this country anyway? 16? Wait, isn't that the legal drinking age? Or is it 18? Damn...this sucks.

Fuck its 4:45, I'm wasting time!! Okay, first I have to write my darling mother a note, then I go food getting, then I come home. Okay that's the plan. I wonder if my cell works here. No...FOCUS!! I put the pen to the paper and write it out:

Mother, gone to the grocery store around the corner, I have my cell, don't really know if it works here, if I'm not back in 2 hours, wait longer.

+3.

Yeah my signature is a heart with an addition sign in it. Ha-ha, get it, "Addi"? Yeah...I'm a nerd.

I lock the door behind me and I head in the general direction of the grocery store. I remember seeing one while on our way here, but I don't exactly remember how far away. I'm bored of talking to myself, where the hell is my iPod?

The grocery store wasn't far down the street, but it wasn't exactly closed either. I stroll around the store grabbing random crap while avoiding small children with their over bearing parents. I could never have kids. I would be a horrible mother.

So after I semi-fill my basket I get into the checkout line joined by about every other person in the store. They seriously need self checkout, but then people would use it for their major grocery shopping. I hate it when that happens. I also hate it when you're in the twenty items or less line and the people in front of you have twenty different types of things but ten or fifteen of each different type and it's an older store so they have to check out EACH thing. Yeah, that has happened to me before.

I glance at the magazines because, come on, that's why they put them there in the first place. Damn, these people really like their Royal family. Well I can't blame them; some of the family is really hot. Then I see the universal "doomsday" tabloids. 'Is Tomorrow The End?' 'Farmer Takes Alien Bride.' 'Three Headed Dog Spotted in Surrey.' Sweet, I want a three headed dog. Right before I put my things onto the conveyer belt a tabloid title catches my eye 'Mysterious Symbol in the Sky! Could it be a Sign of Death?' The picture shows a green glowing skull with a snake coming through its mouth over a burning house.

No freaking way. I glance around to see if anyone is look and I toss the paper into my pile. I make small talk with the cashier but my mind is still focused on the paper. My father had warned us that there would be people in this country that would want me and my family dead. But, I thought he was just being neurotic, yet again. Shit. I have to go show mother. I grab the bags and head on my merry way.

So, apparently I'm not very good at directions. Let's just say that if I need to turn right, I will normally turn left. This is one of my marvelous directional moments. Fuckity fuck with a fucking duck. I don't know where I am. Just don't freak out. Whatever you do, don't show fear. So what to do, what to do? I look at my surroundings. It's getting dark and the houses look…I don't know…they're okay, I guess. But seriously have these people ever heard of a lawn service? Christ where hell am I? The fucking twilight zone?

I glance around and spot a phone booth and causally rush over. I pick up the phone and press 0. Come on. Operator. Crap now I'm singing something in my head. This sucks. After a couple seconds I look down at the cord that connects the phone. Disconnected. That would be my luck. Wait. I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand. I then feel in my pocket and grab my phone. Yep I'm am idiot. I flip my phone open and pause. What number do I call? My mother won't answer her phone. She never does. I think for a couple seconds and I feel a small card in my pocket.

Short, but needed.