Little Hero

“You’re going to make us even more late!”, my mom yelled. I ran from the large oak tree that I was laying under into the car before my parents could yell at me me again. “You just tracked mud in the car!”, yelled my Dad. I sighed and hid myself in the bundle of pillows I begged to bring.

“Are we there yet?”, I said as my mom told me I’m a broken record player. “Well, since we’re late, (he then stared at me) we’ll get there tomorrow morning.” “Why does South Carolina have to be so far away?!” I said irritated. “Izzy we’re going to stop and grab something to eat at this Chic- FIL- A, want to get out and help me order?” “CHIC- FIL- A!” I squealed happily.”I guess I’ll get out when we’re there.” Three minutes later we were parking in the Chic- FIL-A parking lot, me and my mom got out of the car and headed towards the bathrooms. As soon as I opened the door I caught a very strong smell, not the nice kind not even the fast food greasy kind it felt like life was being sucked away, it felt... dead. I quickly dismissed the thought and walked to the ordering counter. It was even stronger as we reached the counter “ Hello! What would you like to eat...... right now?” , the woman that asked our order said way to cheerfully, in a creepy way. By that point the stench was killing me, it burned my nose, the cold smell of death that pounded in my head and took my breath away leaving me heaving for air. My mom didn’t seem to notice all she said was her order quickly and my dad’s.” “What can I get you sweet face?”, the woman said staring at me hungrily, I dismissed the thought and ordered timidly. Our food came out way to fast, I quickly raced my mom to the car, as soon as we got to the car I took a hungry bite of my burger. Then, I woke up.