Music of the Stars: Part Two

I don't know what to call this.

It's been an hour since that big deskman left to talk to his boss. I am just about as dead as Turo now. If he isn't gonna return in the next five seconds, I'm gonna leave. This isn't worth my time. I care, but others don't, and that's the problem. One, two, three, four, five. I get up from my chair and start for the door when I hear a squeak behind me and a huge sigh. I spin around. The desk officer is back, and he is holding something small, blue, and very familiar. Turo's Ipod. Yes! Yes! Yes! I think, but I stand firm and resist the urge to jump up and down. He could change his mind at any moment, and I'd be powerless to stop him.

"Okay, kid, are you happy now? I begged my boss to help you, and he gave in just a little. The only thing he wants from you in exchange is that you are to return it in two hours and you have to make sure it is still in working condition, because we have to examine it further. It cannot be damaged, and you have to only touch it when you really have to, okay? There are fingerprints and evidence on it, and you might contaminate it if you touch it too much. It's yours now, but do what you need to do and return it properly. You have a very big exception with the evidence, and I'm lucky I wasn't fired on the spot."

I nod silently and accept the ipod, holding it by its crystal blue case. Slipping it into my pocket, I look at the desk officer, who looks like he regretted giving me the ipod, in the eye, and say, "Thank you, Officer. Thank you for helping me. I will take care of the ipod. I promise." Then I slowly walk toward the door, faster and faster and by the time I'm outside I'm running down the sidewalk. Jumping on my bike, zooming home. I'm not zonked anymore. Bursting with new energy, determination, hope and speed, I head home.

"Miki's home!" my little sister Coco runs into the hallway and eagerly opens the door like I'm a mailman carrying her birthday cake. As soon as I step through the door Coco hugs me. It's so sweet, and I'm feeling lots better now. My mom comes in, walking a lot slower than Coco, pulls her off of me, and says, "Miki, how'd it go?" I smile, pull the ipod out of my pocket just a tiny bit, and reply, "I'll tell you later," gesturing toward Coco, who is spinning around dizzily from all that running. My mom takes Coco by the hand and leads her upstairs while I take my stuff off.