RJA

Chapter 3

On Sunday's I learn as much as I can about my next... client. I try to find things like who works there, if they're allergic to anything or have medical conditions, when their brakes are, what things they cell, ect.

Today I'm looking into a small shop called "The Shop On the Corner". It's on 42nd street (wherever that is) and has three workers in the morning and in the afternoon. They change shifts at twelve thirty. Usually I like to make my move when the person is most concerned about something else. For instance when the next employee is going to arrive so they can leave.

"The Shop On the Corner" is bigger than "Jaspers Nick Nacks" and because of this I want to stop by there and take a look around (rule number 2). Plus they might have security cameras.

I walk into the shop with a blue tank top with white lace, skinny jeans, and some ratty old converses that I've had forever. My hair is up in a messy bun. I try to look some what innocent so no one suspects me.

But you have to be careful about girls like me. If you fall for me... You'll just keep falling. You'll fall until you hit the cold, hard, pavement of heartbreak.

"The Shop On the Corner" is about the size of a condo, it's a two story building with a small library on the second floor, and everything from kitchen utensils to clothes, from movies to bed spreads. I mosey around for I while finding some cute trinkets here and there, but nothing worth my time. I decide to check upstairs.

The first thing I see is the kids section. There is a petite stage that is themed as forest. On the wall behind it there are animals painted on, reading books. Stools, puzzles, and random picture books are scattered across the floor. I hop scotch over to the teens section.

There's a section there that says: What's hot. There are several books some that I've herd of before like Divergent, Fault In Our Stars, and The Maze Runner. And some others that I haven't herd of before. I hadn't read any of these books so I pull them off the shelf. I'm leafing through one of them when I bump into something. It's short and I instinctively look down.

It's a small child. She has brown hair that's in short stubby pig tails. Her shirt is blue with an animated girl on there with white beaded hair. It says Let It Go in a fancy half cursive. That must be Elsa from Disney's Frozen. I've herd of it, but never seen it. I'm not what society would call in tact.

The girls holding a thin book. I crouch down and speak in a gentle voice. "Hi, my names Rebecca, what's yours?" At first the girl looks scared but I give her a reassuring smile.

"I'm Izzy." Her z's sound exaggerated.

"Nice to meet you Izzy." She smiles and I see her two front teeth are missing. How adorable. I look down at her book.

"What do you got there?" I ask. She hands it to me. It says The Ice Queen in the same font as on Izzy's shirt. Believe it or not there on the cover is Elsa with a shorter girl with huge eyes and red hair. "Hmm," I say "looks good." I hand the book back to her. Izzy looks down at the book then back at me. "Do you want me to read it to you?" She nods her head.

We find two stools, and sit close to each other. I open to the first page and start to read. "In the land of Arendelle there were two beloved princesses-"

"Wait, you have to say it in the voice."

"The voice?"

"Ya, the voice." This time when Izzy said "the voice" she sounded more elegant and British.

"Oh, okay." I clear my throat and retry.

"In the land of Arendelle there were two beloved princesses," I pause and look at Izzy. She nods her head approvingly.
"their names were Princess Ana and Princess Elsa." I pause and tickle her stomach where Elsa is smirking. Izzy giggles and urges me to keep reading. "Ever since Ana and Elsa's parents died the castle had been locked up, for the royal family had some secrets that they didn't want to spread." I glance sideways at Izzy who seems to be enjoying the story. "Ana was very excited for the gates to be opened, however Elsa was dreading it-"