That Twelve Year Old

That Twelve Year Old - Chapter Eight

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CHAPTER EIGHT. FEDORS' ESTATE; AMERICA. 30TH AUGUST 2012. 4:00PM.

School ended; it wasn't really different from my old school.

I was called the a gangster once. You know with the whole accent thing?

　

People these days...

　

I was currently back in the shop that was next to that bar which allows children my age to be inside and where I met Giovanni. It was Friday, and Amanda gave me two-hundred pounds to spend on myself. I was literally forced into it, and really didn't want to spend it, but she threatened to lock me in the bathroom if I didn't. I didn't believe her, and of course, I was locked in the bathroom for a solid half hour, until Isandro needed to pee.

So now, here I am, looking for stuff to buy... for myself. Amanda, already told me that I had to show her the receipt - so I couldn't buy anything less. Oh, and no presents.

She thought this through...

I decided to buy the least I could- even though that meant buying the most pricey. But I would rather have one expensive thing, than a billion average-priced thing. I know! It sounded a lot less spoilt in my head. But... yeah.

The shop was one of those, we-have-everything-you-can-freaking-think-of shops. There was even a buy a pet room.

But, oddly enough, the place still smelt like potatoes.

I, however, was at the phone section. I got an iPhone and a fifty buck iTunes voucher. Two things, right? The less I buy, the better.

But that didn't stop the damn guilt, eating away my insides.

Buying this, buuurrrrnns my soooouuul...

I groaned aloud, which resulted in a few people turning their heads.

　

　

....

　

I walked up to the check-out - which luckily did not have a que today - and placed the items on the table; then got Amanda's money out. I brought the items and took the receipt; carefully folding it and placing it inside my pocket for proof. I had some loose change (didn't know how much) and put that in the charity box, next to me; before leaving the shop. (A couple of coins, wouldn't make her mad, would it?) The walk from the shop back to to the house, was roughly two minutes, so I could walk back home.

Wonder why Zuleyka takes the car...

I walked across the pavement; the foreign sun spitting on my skin, and the silence creating a faint buzz in my ears. I squinted my eyes, as I walked- bag in one hand and my jacket in the other.

I... am not... used to all this... damn...sun...

You can even tell; my skin was incredibly pale- and I had no freckles whatsoever. I'm from Stratford, what do you expect?

I swayed my head a little, so strands of hair would fall over my eyes- shielding me from the devils touch.

I sound like a freaking vampire....

I placed the jacket inside the bag- so I didn't have to waddle; and slung it over my shoulder. I stared down at the floor, counting the stones as I walked pass. Trying to occupy my thoughts. I focused on my breathing or seeing how long I can last without touching any of the cracks on the floor.