Andrew sat at his desk, tapping away at the computer, when his mother came into his bedroom.
“Honey?”
“Yes, mom?” he said, as he turned around.
“Do you mind going to the store for me? I need to go to work in two minutes. I forgot to pick up a carton of milk…” his mother said, as she handed him a five-Dollar-bill. “Please watch the traffic, alright? Right now, it is rush hour, so there are a lot of cars out there…”
“Sure thing, mom…” Andrew replied, as he slowly got up and put the money in his pocket.
His mom then turned around and walked out the door.
“I’ll be home around eight. Dinner’s in the fridge! Leave me a note if you’re going over to Kevin’s house, alright?” she hollered, as she walked out the door.
“Alright, mom!” was his answer. “See ya later!”
Andrew quickly hurried out the door and locked it behind him. Then he walked out of the subdivision where he lived with his mother, until he reached the main, busy road.
Andrew was barely fourteen years old; he was tall and skinny. Standing almost six feet tall, he looked like he was already in high school, but he was still in the eighth grade at middle school. He had bright, blue eyes, and a friendly face. With his long, wild, curly blond hair, he had all the girls looking up to him.
He was happy, cheerful, and well-liked in school. He was shy and well-known, and he was geeky and still popular enough among his peers. Since he was one of the tallest boys in his class, the bullies didn’t bother him too much. He wasn’t much into sports, although the PE Coach would have loved to have him play on the basketball team, for obvious reasons. He was more of a computer geek than anything, and he loved spending his free time learning how to build websites and how to write his own programs on the computer.
Andrew was an only child, and his parents were divorced from the day he was born. Since his mother had gained full custody, he never got to see his father, except for certain holidays and birthdays. His mother was several inches shorter than him, so that made him pretty much the man in the house.
As soon as he reached the busy intersection, he pressed the button at the traffic light, and waited patiently for the signal, which indicated that it was safe for him to cross. He wanted to get to the other side of the street as quickly as possible, so he could buy the carton of milk, and then get back to the house. He just wanted to return in time, so he could chat with his friends and play his computer games. When he finally got into the grocery store, he marched over to the aisle where the freezers were, and he quickly located the type and brand of milk, that he knew that his mother had wanted for him to buy. Then he grabbed the carton from the fridge and walked towards the check-out counter.
After he had paid and walked out the store, he strolled back to the traffic light. To his great disappointment, he realized that the light had just changed, meaning that he now needed to wait for the next change before he could cross the street.
As he looked before him, he spotted the location on the other side of the street, where he wanted to be at that moment in time. He was growing impatient, and he wished he could just be on the other side of the street in an instant…
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