It's Just Me

Chapter 18

Me and Angela reach the gap that we told some kids to make earlier. We don't even turn back. We just run. I see an ally. "Over there!" I shout. I run towards it into the middle of the street. There were no cars coming. I reach the ally with Angela following. It smells like sewage and rats. I hold my nose and cringe. I want to vomit. Angela looks pale. "I have...a sensitive stomach." She says between gags. She leans over and throws up. That makes it smell worse.

  "Let's leave." I say. "Before I throw up, too." But before I leave, I check yo see that James isn't there. He is gone. "Let's go to that ice cream place you took me to yesterday. James won't be there." She leads me there since I don't know the way. We are sprinting just incase James might see us. He is probably at the foster center already anyway. We reach the ice cream parlor, I look around. No James. I spot to empty seats by the counter. I go and sit down. Angela follows. After we are seated, a man in a white apron approaches our seats. "What would you like?" H  is opposite from the man that we had seen yesterday. He is messy with a scratchy voice and a small head. "We could like two cookie dough ice creams." I tell him. "But I would like chocolate ice cream in mine."

   "And you?" He asks Angela.

  "I'll have vanilla ice cream please." She replies politely. I see him walk away and open a door. He walks into a room and comes out about 3 minutes later with our ice cream. They are in bowls. I start to eat mine. Something is missing... I think to myself. "Excuse me." I say to the man when he passes by again. "Can you put some whipped cream on this?"

  "Sure." He say with a sigh. He looks tired. Maybe I can work here to make some extra money. I see him go back into the room with the door with ny ice cream. He comes out later. There is a big pile of whipped cream on my ice cream. Yum!

"Also, before you go." I say to him before he can walk away. "Is there any job openings here? I want to make some extra money."

  "Actually, there is one." He replies. "You can talk to the manager about it tomorrow. He is not here today." He walks away to serve a different customer. I eat my ice cream. Angela has already finished hers. "Your a fast eater." I tell her.

"I know." she says. 5 minutes later I finish my ice cream. Me an  Angela leave the ice cream parlor. I know I can get that job.

   I know it.