Creative Writing: Breaking The Key Rooms

I just smile and she finished my order. I get outside and it's raining harder. I hurry to my car (while trying not to slip) and just my luck, the trunk won't open. No matter how many times or how hard I press the button on the little remote, it won't open. I sigh and try the key, the key hole is frozen. I can't open the door to my car. I try chipping at it with the key but it's no use. I don't wanna break the key either. "Great!" I exclaim in frustration. I hurry back into the store and walk over to the same cashier who rang up my order. "Excuse me," I say. She turns and looks at me. "I was just here, you just rang up my order. My car door won't open cause the lock is frozen. Where can I leave my basket while I go and look for

That's the manager. He'll know what to do." She answers, pointing at the man in the baby barf green shirt. "Thank you." I reply. "Wait, maybe I can be of assistance." I hear a familiar voice call after me. I turn around and there standing before me is Mr. Lockehart, Dr. Lockehart, whatever I'm supposed to call him. He smiles widely and his eyes light up. "Ms. Meyers!" He says cheerfully. "Hi again." I reply. "I was getting ready to leave when I overheard your conversation." He explains. "Oh okay." I reply awkwardly. "What seems to be the issue at hand?" He asks. "I can't get my car open because the locks are frozen." I answer. "Hmm," He replies and puts his hand on his chin and rests his arm on his other arm. "I tried breaking the ice with the key but it was no use." I add. "Do you happen to have a-" He starts but stops abruptly and chuckles to himself. "No, of course not. Why would you?" He asks himself and looks at

He starts the engine and we leave the parking lot. "Your foot all back to 100%?" He asks. "Yep. All healed up good." I answer, quoting him. He chuckles softly. "Make a right up here." I say. We get to my apartment complex and I get down. I texted Megan to meet me in the parking lot to help me carry the groceries up the stairs. When I step out of the truck, I see her descending the stairs. It's not raining in this area. It's just cold and the air is nippy. "It's so nice to meet you!" She says and walks right over to Jasper. "Uhh.." He replies. She wraps her arms around him in an awkward hug. He looks over at me with a confused expression. "Megan!" I call her name. "Aly's told me all about you. She's crazy about you." She adds as she lets go of him. "Is that so..?" He asks, obviously uncomfortable. "Megan! Grab some bags and get back upstairs." I demand, trying to keep my cool. She just smirks at me and does so. "I'm sorry about that." I say. "She seems nice." He replies with a sarcastic tone. "She's my sister. A little annoying, but you've gotta love family, cause it's illegal to kill 'em. Right?" I