Chrissy
We walked to a near by convenience store which was only a few blocks away. The weather was quite nice, not too hot or cold. The perfect weather to be out. When we walked into the store, he grabbed a basket and he started going down the list.
To Buy
Laundry detergen
Softener
Bread
Dish washing soap
Kleenix
Pads
wait what. Pads? But you're a dude.
Oh, wait, yeah, his moms. I get it.
He started searching for the items one by one, aisle to aisle. I decided to help by finding the items on the bottom of the list, just to make things quicker. I ran to the women's section and grabbed the best brand of pads that I could choose, making sure it wasn't too expensive, then grabbed some kleenix, the cheapest ones, and then dish-washing soap. I soon caught up with him in the bread aisle and while he wasn't looking, I dumped the items into his basket.
When he turned back to place the bread into the basket as well, he froze. Shocked? Confused? Feeling trippy? I don't know how to explain his expression but it was hilarious.
I giggled.
He had this look on his face, like a miracle happened or something. I'm glad I could help him, even if its the least I could do. All I did was grab stuff for him, it's actually really nothing.
He soon started walking towards the cashier and paid the price. Luckily, we had just enough money.
But with not even a dollar to spare.
Well, it's not a dollar, it was UK money, you know.
I'm sorry I'm uneducated.
After that we left the store, a mission complete!
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We were on our way home when I noticed Kian took a different turn. We weren't going home yet, I supposed.
yayyyy more adventures
We entered a shoe store, a classy one might I add. The door bell rang as we took a step inside. Then a lady skittered out into the void of our view.
"Hi Kian!" an employee greeted.
"Hey Sally." he said in return, waving his free hand while the other still held the bag of groceries.
"What brings you here today?" she asked.
"Uhh, I wanted to take a look at those shoes I asked for.." he said shyly.
"Oh, for your mother right?" she asked.
"Yeah." he said.
Sally disappeared into the back door and soon returned with a shoe box. She set it on the counter as she opened it, revealing a pair of black heels. They were beautiful, sturdy, well made heels. Perfect for work or any occasion, really.
"Is it a present for your mum?" Sally asked. I flinched at the way she pronounced 'mum' because I'm so used to hearing 'mom' like Americans.
"Yeah. Her heels are all busted up. It's a cheap pair and she complains all the time how they hurt her feet as she stands at work all day. I wanted to get her a new pair." he said.
AWWWWWHHHH
But he soon had a gloomy face. I assumed he was just thinking about his mom, but that wasn't it. That's when I realized, we had no money.
"Could you put them on hold for me?" Kian asked Sally.
"I could try. But it's not in my authority. If someone else wants to buy it, I'll have to sell it to them. I'm really sorry." she said as she held Kian's hands.
"That's fine. I don't get my paycheck till another week. If someone wants it before I could pay, that'll be fine." he said.
I could feel the disappointment in Kian, I could understand on a slight level how hard it could be for him and his mom to get by in life when they have so little. I have nothing too, but I solve my problems by stealing (which is wrong).
UGH WHY DOES THE WORLD HAVE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE TO LIVE IN
I could steal these shoes for him. But that wouldn't be right to do that to Sally either. But another week? With shoes that look that good someone's bound to take it away from him first.
I just shrugged. And so did he and Sally.
After saying goodbye to Sally and thanked her for her kindness, we walked out of the shop with our heads low. Both wishing we could do something for his mom.
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10:00 pm
Kian's mom came home while he was sleeping. I was on his desk looking through his text books and books he checked out from the library today. He has a thing for books about flowers, which I find odd for him. But beautiful still. He likes wild flowers apparently, and because of him I'm starting to like them too. His notebooks were all labeled "Kian Lawley" on the top right hand corner. His handwriting was neat and organized. I'm mostly surprised by how straight he can write. My sentences usually curve all over the place.
His mother knocked on the door quietly before allowing herself in. She wore business clothes, a blazer and skirt along with stockings. Her eyeliner was all smudged from a long day and her hair was frizzy. Her wrinkles were evident as well as her dark tired eyes, but she still looked lovely. She was thin, but still strong.
She sat down on Kian's bed and stroke his bangs away from his face. She took off his glasses, which he forgot to take off before falling asleep while studying for his exam tomorrow. (I know he has an exam because it says so in his planner) She pulled his blanket up and put his books carefully on the floor. She then came over to me by his desk and turned off the lamp. The room was left with nothing but the moonlight coming through his window, and a tired mom in the middle of a room watching her baby sleep.
It was a sad scenery, but still admiring to watch. Seeing any mother is lovely to me. I hope my mother is doing well, and isn't as exhausted as Mrs. Lawley. That would break my heart, and I can't imagine how Kian would feel.
Mrs. Lawley exited his room and went to her room, and that was the last time I saw her that night. When the clock struck midnight, I decided I'm going out. I took an empty old school bag in Kian's closet and poofed out to the streets. I need to find some sort of way to gain money for Kian. For his moms shoes. For them to have good food to eat. Ramen and take out isn't always the ideal meal.
I walk down block after block until I come across an alley filled with pubs. I stand in front of the one with the longest line.
"Well, are you going in?" The guard asked me. I nodded.
"Well, come on in." he said with a smile and let me through the door.
Time to make some money, I thought.
And no I'm not gonna sell drugs or my virginity, if that's what ya'll were thinking. tsk tsk tsk
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