The Angel's Delinquent

December 1st.

Karl's POV:

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It's December 1st, my favourite day of the year! It means Christmas is just around the corner. Suddenly the small town I live in is lit up with brightly coloured lights, shining bright enough to be seen from miles away. God must really favour this town, because everyday of December a soft blanket of crisp white snow lays softly on top of the town. Snow is my favourite weather.

I sit calmly in a small cafe, re-reading my extra credit work for English lit. It has to be perfect. I hesitate for a minute before gently rubbing out the word Anachronism, redoing it so the r looks more pronounced. I have the type of pens that you could rub out with a special eraser, and I'm pretty fond of them considering my grandmother got them for me on my birthday.

The Cafe is covered with Christmas decorations, flyers for Christmas themed town activities which I'll definitely go to, neon red and green lights and an life-sized inflatable santa next to the doorstep that's Probably older then me. Suddenly someone approaches my table.

"Hi Karl! Here's the cinnamon hot chocolate you wanted." Bad, who owned the store but liked to work as a barista here, says cheerily. He places down my drink whilst I hurry to pull out a tip.

"Oh thank you Bad! Here's a tip, that was super fast!" I hand over a 5 dollar bill, and turn to my drink smiling widely.

"Ah no problem Karl! Anything for my favorite kid around. Is that homework?" Bad asks sweetly, this makes me beam with pride. I'm Bads favorite kid around.

"Ah no aha, I finished that the other day, this is my first load of extra credit English lit.' I explain briefly, I took a sip of my drink and giggle. It tastes like winter.

"First lot? Lord I wish everyone would work as hard as you do. That would be a perfect world. No cheeky little muffins running around ruining everything." Bad sighs, he reaches over and ruffles my hair. I giggle once again, Bad is like a uncle to me. It's a shame that him and skeppy haven't adopted yet, they'd be great fathers.

I turn my head back to my work and Bad goes off to serve another customer. It was perfect. I roll it up and carefully place it in my tote bag, then I stand up and grab my drink, leaving the Cafe whilst I wave to Bad.
I walk quickly down the road, smiling and waving at everyone I see, it's nice living in such a small town. Everyone knows eachover, it's like being a main character.

I spot a face I know very well. My best friend George Davidson. I run over, calling out for him. He met my eyes with his own and laughs, hugging me once I reached him.

"Do you always have to run at me like its some grand reunion?" He laughs, tossing his head back. I roll my eyes and link arms with him, we walk down the street a bit more into the town square.

"Well its always the best seeing you George." I look up to the center of the town square, excitement bubbling in my chest. There it was, the Towns Christmas tree.

They obviously got different trees every year, but all are the same height (around 20 foot.) They where always beautiful, a dark but warm shade of emerald green; the bright white Christmas lights wrapped around the whole things shone brighter due to the snow that surrounded it, and every person had designed a bauble to go on the tree. Foolish and Sam spent all their time hanging each one, and once Christmas was over they'd take it off the tree and the owner would retrieve it or leave it to be hung next year.

I feel my heart swell up with pride whilst I stare up at it, taking the full beauty of it. Pride because I know 17 baubles on that enormous tree are mine. A couple belong to george, around 14 belong to Bad, but I have the most emount on there. The idea of giving everything I can to my small corner of the world, my personal haven of a place to live gives me the most gratification a teen could ask for.