Ice cream Thief

Chapter Ten

Stealth.

It had never been Indies strong suits. One would never imagine the clumsy klutz in the morning sun to be known for her stealth. Even now, as usual, she managed to trip over her own two feet. As in her shoe laces were open causing her to trip and fall with a soft thud against the hardwood floors that strongly smelt like ice cream.

She inhaled it's fragrance before getting out of the reverie and shuffling back to her feet. She rubbed her nose and scrunched it up before placing the timer strategically on the table. She paced up to the counter real quick as the sands of time started ticking off in turn ticking her off as she wanted to be quick but her mind wouldn't make the decision quick.

Confused between berry pie and apple shakers left Indie in a flustered state as she quickly scooped both in her arms and ran out of the shop while simultaneously stopping by to pick up her hourglass.

Beads of sweat froze under her palms at the touch of the chilling ice cream. She quickly scooped up what she could get and rushed towards the exit after picking her belongings and out the door she ran as fast as her heart beat could run.

Alice scrunched up his brows as confusion swept over him. He was a hundred percent sure he saw some hair brush past the door but he saw no-one. Robbers?

Nahh. Alice brushed of the crazy thought. Why would any one want to rib an ice cream store? Actually the real question is, how does one rob an ice cream store?

He couldn't even bother to come with an explanation and decided to rest his head to avoid more weird hallucinations or so he thought. He sighed before slumping his shoulders down and climbing up the steps disheartened.

He almost believed he was in an adventure, he should've realised that real lives.. they're not adventures. There are no adventures in life and he wasn't even special. Why would his life be interesting?

He couldn't even find the girl who had his phone.. tomorrow for sure, he kept telling himself, knowing that it wasn't going to happen. He was very antisocial to even talk to a girl, any girl.

Alas, not trying was definitely not an option and he knew he'd do anything to get his phone back. He couldn't let his mother know. No. Never.

She already thought he was irresponsible if she knew this.. she would never let him attend the.. no. Think positive he told himself as he laid down.

Sleep, Alice. Sleep is what I need in this weirdness.

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