Chapter 12: Time for Breakfast
“You ungrateful, little piece of shit. Why are you holding him? Get away, get away,” a lady yelled, with so much anger her face was turning red. There was rain pouring for the sky running down her face to the cement. Her fists were clutch and her eye never left the little girl. The little girl was sitting on the ground with two people laying down next her. She held there heads to her chest, crying. While there were blasting sirens, around them along with ambulances. The woman reached out her hand and grabbed a wob of the girl’s hair making her scream.
“Get away from her” a voice shouted over the sirens.
Before I could see the face of the women. I opened my eyes; breathing hard and cover in sweat. I sat up, on the couch and stretched my arm over my head. I planted my feet on the soft carpet of the living room and stood up. I saw Olivier on the couch next to me drooling, and cuddling a throw pillow. I picked up my phone from the coffee table and took a picture of him. This is going on my forum. I placed my phone back on the table and headed up the stair.
I mince through the hallway and made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door and made sure I locked it. I remember when I went trick or treating with Olivier. And I stayed over at his house because my parents were having a date night. Well when I went to the bathroom to change, Oliver popped in and I slapped him with a flat iron. He was out cold of days.
I placed my clothes next to the sink and went into the shower. I turned the tap to warm and rinsed my hair out with Olivier’s Mom shampoo. Honeydew.
When I finished I grabbed a towel and rapped it around myself. Then I headed to Olivier’s room. I opened his door and went thought his drawers until I found basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. I put them on, and left his room when I made it downstairs. Olivier was still sleep and his Mom hadn’t come downstairs, I guess I’m going to have to grab some breakfast. I picked up my phone and slipped on my flip-flops. I walked up to the door and opened it. I gander over at Olivier, and placed my attention to outside, I’ll be back.
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Donuts are good; they’re the only think that I love in this stupid world. I pulled out a sprinkle donut with chocolate covering on it and grinned. I took a bite out of it and though I died, until the cashier spoke.
“Ma’am, you have to pay for that” he told, adjusting is huge glasses that pinched the bridge of his nose.
“No I don’t” I sneer at him, and he shut up. Until I saunter out of the door, he started yelling at me, and cussed. Nothing new.
I was prancing down the street, and enjoying my donuts when I spotted him. Jordan.
He was amble in front of me, I knew it was him. But would he want to see me. I must have cause so much discomfort the last time I saw him. But you know what, I don’t care. I ate the rest of my donut and ran up behind him.
“Hey” I exclaimed.
He stopped amble and turned in my direction, when he met my eyes he scoffed. And turned back around. Was he ignoring me? Does he think he will succeed. I ran around him and stopped right in front of him.
“God what do you want” he hissed, with a rude expression.
“Nothing”.
“Then don’t waste my time” he turned around, but before he left I grabbed his hand.
He flinched, and pushed me away, I fell to the floor and my donuts came crashing down. They rolled and crumple onto the floor, no! Jordan blinked at my sight; he ran his finger through his hair and sighed.
“Sor-“ but before he could finish I punched him square in the jaw. He staggered to keep him from falling, but I kept on swinging. He dodged them, but still received blows like a piñata.
“Why are you fighting me” he asked, dodging a reverse punch.
“This isn’t a fight since your not fighting back” I answered, back knuckling him.
“Can you stop” he asked, “people are staring”. I kicked his knee and he fell to the floor on all fours.
He spat at me and I glared “You owe me a box of donuts”.
“Fine”.
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