The Story of Kelly ( Book One )

Christopher

   On Wednesdays me and Chris go out to work together. Well I speed walk behind him. We work at his uncles restaurant. His uncle is always making sure I'm safe and stuff like he's my own uncle. It's kind of nice knowing  that at least one person that's related to Chris actually pays me any attention. Chris acts like I'm not even there, unless he needs some help or something.

    "Kelly! " Uncle Rick yells out.

     " yes?! "

     " I'm gonna need you to work the bar. " I know this sounds weird but the bar is really the front of the restaurant were we serve kid drinks and shakes or smoothies. " we got a kid crying over there."

    " okay I got you right now." I said yelling across the restaurant.

    " I sure hope so. " as I walk over to the bar station I see a little girl around the age of 5 or 6, fighting a boy around the same age.

     " hi there, what's your name sweetheart?"  I asked.

      " buzz off sweet cakes there not gonna listen to you. " says an older women around the age of 70 to 80.

      " hi what's your name?  I ask again completely ignoring the lady.

       "  my name is Crissy Rookster. I want an ice cream sandwich, Now!

   " Uh Kelly it's fine I got this." this must have been the first time Chris has willingly gave me at lest 5 seconds of his time. Later on through the night Uncle Rick let's me and Chris off for the night.

     " is anyone going to walk or drive you home? " Uncle Rick asked. " Maybe you can ride with Chris and me." Stupid me thinking Chris doesn't like to be around me I declined the offer.

     "well it is the safest part of Paris right? " I chuckled softly.
      So there I was walking down the main street of Paris. It was also completely dark and freezing. As my throat grew sore and my nose began to run.  It felt as if I had been walking
for hours. 

      At one point I looked behind me and seen that two cars had been driving very slow.  there was also a very dark silhouette of a boy sitting it the passenger seat. In the drivers seat  was the silhouette of a woman.
    
       I began to panic but then I notice that they weren't following me.  They we going after a girl.  She was wearing a long scarf with matching boots and black jeans. I thought to my self, if they are after her I should warn her. Plus she'll never run in those boots. I need to save her. 
   
       It began to snow and I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to roll down my face and began to become frost bite. I  felt the burn of the frost bit on my finger, but all I could think about was that poor girl across the street.  she noticed that the cars were following her and crossed the street so she was on the same block as me.  There was a cafe a few feet ahead of me and I followed her in there. 

    " why are you here? Do you know the people in the car?!" it was obvious that she was scared and confused.

     " well Uh I'm here because it's cold and I wanted some coffee. And no I don't know the people in the car but my advice is to stay in here until you see them pass. "

   " thank you." she cried.

     " your welcome just please try to stay safe. "

      " I will try but it seems to me that you can help me,  please meet me hear at 4. I promise I'm not crazy or anything I just really want your help. " without me thinking I agreed to meet her just to help. I just hope she makes it through the night.