To young to be alone (standard:Suspense, 1845 words)
Author: Kamea	Added: May 23 2005	Views/Reads: 3847/2636	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A young girl comes to the realization that running away from home is not what she expected.

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The small diner smelled delecious, the lights were dim, soft country
music played over the speakers, and somewhere on the other side of the 
diner, a womans breathy laughter floated over to her. She smiled, 
remembering the diners back in Georgia, she almost felt as if she were 
at home. "Whatcha wanna drink?" The voice scared her and she 
instinctivly grabbed her duffel bag, clutching it to her side. She 
looked up to see a chubby waitress in a pink and black dress, wearing a 
stained apron and too much makeup standing over her. Her hair was blond 
and piled up on top of her head, little whisps of it had escaped her 
sloppy bun and framed her face, her brown roots showed badly, but if 
she knew, she didn't care. Her acrylic nails were long and bright red 
as she clutched a pen in one hand and a small notepad in the other. 
"Are you okay?" She asked, and Adria instantly reconized a southern 
accent, not heard much here in New York. "I'm alright, thanks" She said 
meekly, deciding this woman was not going to kick her out, she let go 
of her duffel bag. "I'll have a cup of coffee." The woman raised one 
pefectly drawn on eyebrow at her, "Is that all?" "You look 'bout half 
starved young'en!" Adria felt the red hot embarassment creeping up her 
neck. "I-I" she stammered, not quite knowing what to say. "I'll just 
have some coffee." The waitress smiled, tucked her pad in her apron, 
and nodded, "Okay." She turned and walked cheerfully back to the 
counter. Adria opened her duffel back, fished around until she found 
her journal, pulled it out and opened it to the next blank page. She 
tugged her pen from the binder and began to write. 

::Mom, just wanted to let you know I'm doin' alright. Nothin'
bads'happened and I'm okay. I wish I could come home, but you know I 
can't. I kept telling you....but whats the point in writing it, I've 
already said it a hundred times. I want you to know that I'm sorry, I 
don't mean to cause you pain, or upset you, I don't want you to think 
that I did this to purposely hurt you, I didn't. Kiss Tammy and Sam for 
me, please make sure you feed Buckster. Mama, do you remember the 
summer me and you and daddy and Tammy and Sammy went down to the river, 
and daddy taught us how to catch tad-poles? And then we kept them in 
that pan on the back porch and waited till they were frogs? Remember 
that night they disappeared? And you said you thought maybe a cat had 
eaten them? Well, I just wanted to let you know that I couldn't bear 
the thought of daddy using them for bait, so I went and threw them in 
the creek. Just thought I'd let you know that. I hope to see you all 
again one day, but until then, just know I love you, and I'll be 
waiting.Love always, Adria:: 

Sitting back, she tucked the pen and journal back into her duffel, and
opened a little creamer cup, and when nobody was looking, threw it back 
like she was taking a shot, and swallowed it in one gulp. "Here ya go!" 
Once again, the waitress scared her so bad she dropped the small 
creamer and began to choke, coughing and sputtering. Finally after a 
minute she could breath, and looked up just in time to see the waitress 
put down a huge plate of pancakes and bacon, eggs and sausage, a glass 
or orange juice and a coffee. 

Adria stared at all the food, her mouth dropping open, her stomache
instantly started to growl. "But I can't-" "I can't afford this!" She 
sputtered, staring at the waitress with tears in her eyes. "Aw honey, 
don't worry bout'it, I gottcha covered." Adria shook her head and dug 
in her pocket, coming out with three crumpled dollar bills, some change 
and pocket lint. She offered it up to the woman who just laughed. "You 
keep it and don't say another word about it." Adria put the money back 
in her pocket and wiped away her tears, "thank you" she said, and meant 
it. The woman smiled back, "The only thing I want in return is to know 
where you're from and what you're doing out here alone?" She settled 
into the booth across from Adria. Adria looked up from the half drunken 
glass of orange juice she was chugging, and wiped her mouth. "I'm from 
Georgia, and I don't have anyone else, but I'm okay, really," she 
insisted." "Well, how'bout that! I'm from Atlanta!" The waitress 
hooted, then pulled a napkin from the dispenser, scribbled down her 
name and number, and pushed it across the table to Adria. "Well, honey, 
it ain't none of my business, but you take care and give me a call if 
you ever need anything." "I know I wouldn't want my baby runnin' around 
this crazy city by herself." "You need me, call me." She stood up to 
leave, then turned back, "How old are you anyways?" Adria swallowed 
more orange juice and paused as she started to cut into her pancake, 
"Seventeen." The waitress nodded and walked away. Adria stopped to look 
at the napkin before she put it in her duffel bag. The waitress' name 
was Lori....that was her mothers name.


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