Anyways! I have always had, for about two years now, a never-ending feeling of dread creeping up my throat whenever I leave every night for "a very long, very needed walk." Or so my father thinks I do for a straight three hours! But no. It takes me a good thirty minutes to reach my fashion-y destination, then a few minutes to change into my more mature, more grumpier, older persona and voila! I magically become Fresca De Angelo, at least for a couple of hours before I mysteriously disappear into the cooling nights.
Some people, though, believe my summer fashion line (conveniently) is almost bloodthirsty and downright terrifying. Well, I can do whatever is artistic to me, thank you! But, being a butcher's daughter once again, I use different highlights of red, green, orange, and white hues. It's my way to honor or symbolize my roots, I guess.
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As Papa closes up the shop, usually around six pm, I feel a tap on my shoulder as I stand behind the cashier's counter. I whip around, becoming slightly annoyed at the person who dare pester me out of my thoughts. I was staring off into the oblivious space, but it still flusters me. I glare accusingly at--
"Boo!" He splays his hands out, almost like jazz hands, emphasizing his 'fright' at me. I blink, my sudden anger evaporating as I laugh, my head thrown back.
I catch my father shooting daggers at my loudness, so I quiet down. I lean in close to the person who spooked me, or tried to.
It was (of course) Justin, my all-time best friend and partner in cri-- 'scuse me, partner in handling, selling and delivering orders from the shop. We've been friends ever since kindergarten, which there's a long story to, but I'll talk about that later.
"Justin," I place my hand on the counter, whispering. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be home by now." Sorry, pretty boy, I need you to get home now. I NEED TO LEAVE! I cock my head in question, just waiting. He leans in too, winking at me in the silliest way possible. He does that a lot.
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Incognito NYC
Storie breviThis story, taking place in Long Island, NY, is about Faith De Aturdir, the simple daughter of an Italian Deli/butcher-er. But... She has a secret... As the story quickly unfolds, secrets are told in unexpected ways, ways that only true friends can...
