Dark Dreams (COMPLETED)

Help me

"Stop pointing!" I told her in a low voice.

The girl who was with him yelled something I couldn't hear, then continued gesticulating.

"That guy looks over thirty," I continued. "I wonder how he got into the school if he's not a student."

"I'm not a student either, but I'm here," said Kiki snapping her fingers, as if she had just performed a magic trick.

"You're Kiki Reynolds," I retorted. "The citizens of this city would give you the keys to their homes, just so as not to disrespect your father."

"And they'd be making a mistake! I can barely find my keys!" She said in a serious tone, raising her index finger. Then she grabbed my shoulders and, as if I were a doll, positioned me so I was facing the man from the picture. Then, waving her hand as if she were batting away a fly, she said, "Come on, go and investigate!"

"But what should I say to him?" I grumbled.

"The art of improvisation is learned... by improvising!"

And... off!

She pushed me toward the wall, and I almost fell, tripping over my own feet.

How hard can it be, I said, walking toward the man. I stopped when I saw that he had the word "gun" tattooed on his temple.

"What do you want?" he asked, putting an end to my plan to turn around.

"So..." I couldn't stop looking at his bottom tooth, clad in what appeared to be gold.

Afraid, I looked at him and said, "Dick sent me."

In response to my improvised explanation, he stood up. He slowly put his hands in the pockets of his baggy military pants, while he twirled a broken toothpick in his mouth. I prayed that he had nothing dangerous in those pockets.

"So you came to give me what I'm owed," he said.

"What you're owed? I mean, Sure, I'm here to give you what you're owed," I lied, asking myself what I'd gotten myself into.

"Give me the dough then, baby," he said, splintering the toothpick into a thousand pieces.

"Dough?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, the money that Dick's customer owes me," he explained to me, annoyed. "Fifty bucks".

Customer? I didn't know what he was talking about.

"To be honest..." I hesitated before advancing a theory.

"I don't have the whole day and I trust that you don't want to make me angry," he said, crossing his heavily tattooed arms.

I removed my wallet from my bag and took out my week's pay from Chillz.

"Take it," I whispered.

"Tell Dick that if he sends me a customer who doesn't pay again, especially for snow, it's gonna end badly." He spat on the ground, perhaps to prove that he was serious, and left.

I went back to Kiki glumly.

"So? What did you find out, Sherlock?" she asked, hopping on the spot as if she had fleas.

"Nothing. I just coughed up all my pay for nothing," I said sadly. "Do you know what snow could be? I think it costs about fifty bucks and that guy sells it."

"Sarah..." said Kiki seriously. "Snow is cocaine."

After an hour, Kiki left me to go to college, while I headed to the lockers to get my astronomy books.