I Get A Surprise with My Pizza
All I wanted to do was order pizza. Just one stupid carnivore special from Pizza Safari. But instead, I got my reality shattered and almost killed multiple times.
I was watching my brothers while my dad was out. Well, actually, my brother, Calvin, and his best friend, Darth. Darth (Whose real name is David, by the way. I just gave him that nickname because of his former Star Wars obsession. That passed but the name stuck.) isn’t my brother, but he might as well be. He’s at our house all the time and he annoys me just as much as Calvin does. Not to say that I don’t like them. They just have some serious issues. Like, for instance, Calvin is super hyper. He runs up and down all the time like he’s been chugging Monster all day. That would be fine but he never turns it off.
Darth is calmer but his problem is the fact that he feels the need to unload every single scrap of useless information he hears on us. Every time I see him it’s: Did you know this? Did you know that? Blah, blah, blah. I don’t care. Still, for nine year olds, they’re all right.
So, anyway, I was watching them because my Dad was working late and Darth was staying over so, as the oldest (Fourteen if you care.), the responsibility went to me. They were in the living room watching Finding Nemo and, originally, so had I but after about the thirty-fifth time watching it, it starts to lose its charm. I was in my room, on my laptop ,when I heard a voice coming from the living room.
“Diana. Did you know that, on average, a nine year old boy needs two-thousand calories a day?”
That’s Darth-speak for “Feed me.”
The fridge was mostly empty and I can’t cook to save my life so that meant we were ordering out.
“What do you guys want?”
“Pizza!” Calvin and Darth answered in unison.
I knew that without having to ask, that’s basically what they always wanted, but I did anyway because they would have been annoyed if I hadn’t give them a choice.
The phone was in the kitchen so I had to come back downstairs to call the pizza place, Pizza Safari. Pizza Safari is the best pizza place on the planet. The pizza is excellent, it’s small, so I know everyone who works there on a first name basis, and, best of all, they’re only about 10 minutes away which is great because my dad can’t cook and my mom-isn’t in a position to be able to cook, lets just leave it at that.
I ordered the carnivore special (2 medium all meat pizzas, cheese sticks, and a large soda) and settled back into the living room to wait for the food.
Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes. Forty minutes. Forty Five minutes. That’s how long we waited for our pizza. Four. Five. That was the longest it had ever taken for pizza to get to us and I’m counting the time the delivery truck was broken and they had to bike to our house during one of the hottest days of the summer.
I went to the door, a little annoyed, to get our pizzas and immediately realized what the problem was.
“You’re not Finn.”
Finn is the son of the owner of Pizza Safari and the usual delivery boy. He’s a couple of years older than me, dark, and tall. The guy at the door was definitely not Finn. He had neatly cut brown hair, brown eyes, and light skin. He was also older than Finn, mid 20’s at least. Probably older. Having a new delivery guy would explain why our pizza took so long.
“No,” not Finn said, “I’m filling in. Uh, that’ll be $15.25.”
While I was digging around in my pocket for the money, I noticed something. He was looking at me. Really staring, and not in a hurry-up-and-give-me-my-money kind of way. In a starting-to-creep-me-out sort of way.
“Hey, what are you looking at?” I demanded.
“Uh-oh ,what? I was just, uh, you look a lot like your Mom.”
I suppose I could have taken that as a compliment. My mom and I looked a little bit alike. We both have red hair and green eyes. The difference is, my mom was confident and had an awesome body. I ,well, don’t.
But the first thing I actually said was, “How do you know my Mom?”
He took a deep breath like he was about to start telling a really long story, “When I was about seven-”
Slam! And suddenly he was on the floor. Out of nowhere, some animal had jumped onto his back, knocked him unconscious, and started ripping into him. It looked like some sort of dog, almost like a Husky, but it was the biggest one I had ever seen. It was almost up to my chest, packed with muscle, and, to make things worse, armed with sharp claws and teeth.
Looking back, I probably should have done something to try to help. I mean, he was unconscious and there was a giant dog on top of him but the fight or flight response is strong and there was no way I was fighting that thing.
So I ran.