Rock Me Softly

Dead Before Breakfast

I was woken up this morning from a stick being jabbed in my side by three little kids.

"Ahh!" I had screamed when I opened my eyes and saw their faces just inches away from my face. "What are you doing?!"

I recognized one of them as the little boy that ran crying away from me yesterday, when he spoke. "We thought you was dead! Honest!"

I gaped at him, "So you decided to just poke me?"

He looked at me sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. His friends was still standing, looking back and forth between me and their friend.

"Whatever," I muttered. "Just beat it." The little boy from yesterday, I'm naming him Satan, giggled before going out the door with his friends following behind.

I sighed and gathered my stuff once more before putting it behind the tree from yesterday.

While I was walking towards the coffee shop, my scent hit my nostrils. I desperately needed a shower. And food, I thought, as a pain of hunger flowed through my empty stomach.

Yesterday I found out that Mrs. Linda always throws away the bagels and pastries that no one ate,  after each day. So I managed to steal me a couple of crème puffs before they were gone, which I plan to do again for today.

I realize that crème puffs aren't the best food to eat, but hey, what's a hobo to do? Haha. See? I'm making jokes about not having a home, now.

I'm pathetic.

I guess since I don't have an alarm clock anymore... or even electricity for it to work, for that matter, I won't be going to school for a while. Which again, mom's going to be pissed when she finds out.

I already have it planned out though. Staying at the playground isn't really so bad. I mean, the only thing that bothers you are the kids, and I can handle that. So instead of using it to pay the down payment for an apartment, I'm going to use it for down payment of that surgery. I can't loose my mom. I won't.

Of course she's going to eventually find out that we're now homeless when she gets out of recovery, but I can handle that too.

Once again the smell of coffee mixed with candles hit my senses when I open the store's door.

 "Oh thank goodness you're here Callie! We're going to be super busy in five minutes, the college kids are about to go on a lunch break. Hurry child, hurry, go put on your apron and wipe down some of the tables!"

I nodded and smiled at her overly joyed face as I walked towards to back to retrieve my apron and cap. You couldn't help but to love the old woman, she was just too cute.

 Mrs. Linda was right, exactly five minutes later bundles of college students piled into the coffee shop. Laughter and chatter filled the room as I continued wiping tables.

"Did you hear? He's back! He's staying with Noah and them at their apartment.!" An excited girl's voice, said. My gaze shot to the direction the voice came from as she continued.

"They're supposed to have a welcome back party for him this Saturday! We totes have to go!" She said, her and her friend giggling.

I could guess who they was talking about. Ryder Black.

It would make sense for him to move back here for the time he's suspended from his label. I have to make a point to "walk" by their house today.

"OMG, there's Noah!"

My head shot towards the front entrance to see the girl's shrill voice was right. It was Noah Peterson, Ryder's best friend.