First Story Excerpt!

The first story excerpt from Hannah's House! *drum roll* *trumpets sound*

Audrey Kirk took one look down main street and wished she could turn around and drive back to her nice home in Huntsville, Alabama.
“HONK HONK!” Audrey jumped out of her stupor at the sound of honking behind her, and only then did she realize she had stopped her brand new Toyota Camry right in the middle of road. She quickly stepped on the gas and moved far ahead of the rundown pickup behind her. After about ten seconds of driving, she spotted a giant sign that read - “The Best of Pleasant” and had a arrow pointing right around the bend of the road.
“Well finally!” She shouted in triumph, somehow missing the fact that the sign was handwritten, on a piece of plywood, in some country bumpkins scrawl. Eighteen year old Audrey rounded the corner of main street and came face to face with “The Best of Pleasant”. A nasty backwoods gas station sat right off the side of the main road. A sign, obviously by the same artist as the one before, was pinned to the door. For the second time that day Audrey Kirk stopped and stared. Soon, she was yet again awakened by the sound of a horn blaring from behind. She snapped her head up and glanced in her review mirror. Just as before, a yellow- brown pickup truck was parked right on her bumper with its driver blaring the horn to high heaven. “What a disgusting colored vehicle.” Audrey muttered to herself as she turned into the parking lot of the station and parked her car. As he drove by Audrey caught a glimpse of the driver; he wore a white t-shirt with tobacco stains all over it, his face was dirty and looked in need of a shave, and the cap perched on top of his head was the same color as his truck. Just before he was out of sight the man leaned out his open window.
“Tourists!” He shouted in a strong southern accent, a huge wad of tobacco showed in his open mouth.
Two thoughts invaded Audrey's mind as the man and his truck disappeared around the next bend. The first was, "What a disgusting man.", and the second, "What tourist would come here by their own free will?". Dark haired, dark eyed Audrey leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She felt drained, emotionally. After a few minutes of silence she opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't feel she could bear to actually see the inside of “The Best of Pleasant” so she slowly backed out out of her parking spot and making sure to look out for any dijon colored trucks, she pulled onto main street.

I know it is short, but more will come soon!