lost by the world

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Skyler (POV)

Christopher left me and went to his home. I was delighted to see so many children's. I always go along with children's but  people  like Emma have worst experiences with children.

When Emma came to know about me working in Ice cream Parlour she came here with.

She was waiting for me to finish and I was the one to handle the last shift. She was impatiently waiting for me when a small child came at  around the age of five years, I knew the child he just live few blocks away from here so he come here alone.

He came and ask for a his usual order which is Gorilla Ice cream sandwich which was out of stock that day.

"Sorry, kiddo, we are out of stock today" I said and he stomp his foot saying he want only that ice cream to which Emma reaction was a glare to that boy.

"Can't you understand she said no, they are out of stock, you dumbo," Emma said to which the boy just gave her a dead glare.

"Can I have a strawberry one then", he ask and I gave him his ice cream.

He went near Emma, "Can you low down a bit, I want to tell you something" he said and Emma bent to hear him. As she's bent towards him he smash his Ice cream cone on her face and I burst in laughter.

"Urgh.. Why did you do that?" Emma ask clearing her face.

"I don't like people who shout and you just shouted on me, so I don't like you" He said and Emma voice drift away from window.

I went near that boy and bent on my knees, "It's not good to do that with people" I said in a childish voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it but she kinda force me to do that" He said and took the chocolate flavour ice cream.

After that incident whenever she came here with me she never got engaged with children.

In December we have a lot  of work because of Christmas and New year. So we have to really work hard.

My Christmas plan and New year plan are never fixed, it happen surprisingly. I enjoy Christmas with my family and nothing else. And on New year I just find myself a good book to read.

I went home back around Ten past eleven and had a dinner with Mom, Dad and Tom.

"What are you going to gift me this coming Christmas Mom and Dad?" I ask and took another bite from my meat.

"Well, honey that's a surprise and surprise are meant to kept secret" My Mom said and dad laughed.

After dinner I head back to my room and dig from some thing to do. As I said I was fond of writing and painting. I choose writing today.

I sit for a while and thought about what to write. Lots of idea jumping around in a jungle of mine.

When I slept I don't know but when I got up I found my book in my mother hand, her facial expression showing that she is she is just confused.

I snatch my book from my mom's hand. "You have a personal diary, I never knew that!" She said.

"Umm, Its nothing just a rough book, what are you making for breakfast?" I ask just to divert her attention.

"I didn't knew you do all this stuff, From where you get this ideas, and you have written so many stuff" She said in a monotone.

I feel my heart beating loudly, and my hands covered with full sweat, did she just read what I wrote, I have freaking wrote so many suicidal thoughts, sweet memories, and Depressed poems and some good one. Don't know which one she read.