When Rivals Collide

"THE FOOD TRUCK"

The morning light streamed through the lace curtains of the Morrison house's cozy living room, creating gentle shadows on the aged wooden floor.

In the corner, a tiny clock ticked consistently, its soft presence, a reminder of time's passage.

"I want you and your family to leave my house right now," Mr. Madrigal insisted in his deep voice.

"It has been more than three months, and you have yet to pay the rent." "I can't continue to tolerate this!"

"Kindly grant us additional time." "I assure you I will settle the payment before the month concludes," replied Albert Morrison.

With a look of fury on his face, he replies, "That's the precise answer you've provided every time I visit, but there's been no action to support it."

"If you don't settle your payment by the end of the month, I will be forced to make you and your family leave."

He forcefully shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

With his hands cupped under his chin, Mr. Morrison pondered. "What should I do?"

Isabella walks into the room beaming, her movements light and untroubled. Her hazel eyes glimmer as she welcomes her parents.

Her parents' expressions, typically brimming with love and kindness, were now marked by sorrow, and their eyes carried a subdued, grave look shrouded in concern.

Isabella's eyebrows knitted together in worry as she neared her parents.

Her tone, gentle yet determined. "What is the issue?" She inquired, her eyes darting back and forth between them.

Her mother, perched rigidly on the frayed sofa, attempted to speak but hesitated, her eyes shimmering with unspilled tears.

At last, taking a trembling breath, she murmurs, "Isabella... we have until the month's end. "If we fail to..." her voice trembled.

Isabella felt a heavy sadness wash over her as the burden of her mother's words hit her-if they don't come up with the money, they'd lose the only home they had ever known.

"Do not worry. We will not lose our home," Isabella assured firmly as she wipes the tears off her mother's cheeks.

Her father sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "How are we even going to come up with such a large sum in so little time?" He asked, his voice heavy and worried.

"I'm coming from Mr.Gilmore's garage. I went there to check out a truck for the food truck business I mentioned last week."

"He has decided to give it to me on credit while I pay for it as I make money from the business."

Her mother's eyes widened, and a small smile broke through her worried expression. "Oh, he is such an amazing man," she said softly.

"Yes," Isabella agreed, nodding.

"We can start by letting or neighbors know about the food truck business," Isabella suggested, her eyes alight with determination.hopefully a few of them will stop by.

"I want to take a risk by making the meals on the first day really affordable. This will grab the attention of people in the neighborhood. By the second day, we'll start attracting more customers."

Her father leaned forward, with a concerned look, he says: "oh, my dear isa, I admire your courage. I do hope you're able to cook for such a large scale as it is something you've never done."

"Don't worry about that, dad. Together, we'd pull this off."

They all lean in for a group hug.

THE NEXT MORNING

Isabella wakes up feeling groggy.

She decides to fix herself a cup of coffe to shake off the lingering sleepiness.

She has to be at the Saratoga arts center by 10:00 AM and she couldn't afford to miss he classes for the day.

As she moved around her room, a sudden realization hit her-she hadn't seen her cousin, Tatiana since she left the house yesterday.

"Where could that girl be now?" She spoke out to herself.

"I'm sure she has probably wondered off to a party with those antelope legs of hers" she added.

Curious, Isabella made her way to the kitchen where she found her mum busy preparing breakfast for the family.

"Good morning, mum," Isabella greeted, yawning loudly as she wrapped her arms around her mother in a warm hug from behind.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Her mother responded with a smile.

"Mum, where's Tati?" Isabella inquired, taking a step back. "I have not spotted her since yesterday."

Her mother hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Oh, I nearly forgot to mention it to you." She needed to return to Italy. She received an urgent call that her uncle had been taken to the hospital.

Isabella's eyes grew large with worry. "Oh, goodness!" I hope he's doing fine now?

Her mother nodded gently. "We were so consumed with all that occurred yesterday that I didn't have an opportunity to inform you."

"I'll ring her now," Isabella remarked, already extending her hand to grab her phone. "I must ensure she's alright and check in on uncle."

"Hi, Tati," Isabella spoke on the phone, her tone overflowing with worry. "I just learned about what occurred with uncle." I trust you're doing well?

"I'm fine, isa," Tati responded, her voice serene. "The physician stated he experienced a panic attack." "I'm simply glad that he's feeling better now."

"Oh, what a relief," Isabella remarked with a sigh. "May I talk to uncle now?"

"Right now, he is asleep, but I'll inform him that you called when he gets up."

"Thank you for reaching out."

"Okay, be careful, Tati," Isabella said affectionately.

"I'll check in occasionally to see how you all are doing."

"Thanks, isa." "Thank you for your consideration."

The conversation concluded.

Isabella hurried into the bathroom following the call. She was unable to stay for breakfast because she couldn't risk missing the morning bus to the arts center.

"See you, mum," she called out while rushing out of the house quickly.

The next day, Isabella's father went to Mr. Gilmore's garage to retrieve the food truck for the opening. He rolled it down to the house.

Isabella and her mother were prepared, equipped with the food supplies and cooking utensils.

Her mother helped. in loading the food items into the truck.

As they packed up, a neighbor shouted "I can see you're ready for your grand opening."

"Yes, we are. We hope to see you there. We'll have amazing and affordable dishes for all.Isabella responded with a warm smile.

"I wouldn't miss it for a thing," the neighbor responded.

The got to the location and parked the truck right in front of the agreed spot. The started setting up.

Suddenly, 3 hefty men arrived at the front of their food truck. Two of the men proceeded to clamp the truck, while the other stood.

"Is there a problem?" Isabella asked, looking confused.

"Who authorized you to set this up here?" One of the men asked.

"Look, sir, we have an agreement with the owner of this coffee shop, so there's no need for that."

"This is against our community rules, you cannot set up here"

"What!" Isabella exclaimed.