The last pizza delivery
It was just a few minutes before 1am when my boss said that I had to make one last pizza delivery for the night. I wasn’t happy about it because I was supposed to be done at 1. He handed me the pizza in it’s heater bag and the address it needed to go to. I got into my 1994 mustang and headed for 19276 Creekside Dr. #14. It was going to be about a fifteen minute drive there and then about twenty back to my home. I wanted to get home and get some sleep so I could go surfing in the morning. The weather man had said that the surf was going to be 5 to 7 feet which is perfect for my surfing skill level. My name is Rick. I’m a seventeen-year-old …