Vasper Runaway

Chapter 1

It is about five steps before I reach the coffee shop and suddenly I am not so sure anymore. When I see the door of the shop I stop walking and wipe the perspiration on my forehead. I don't know what I'm actually afraid about and I curse myself for being so weak on the simplest thing. I've been through hell and now I afraid to enter the coffee shop. Great.

But this is not just a coffee shop, this is Uncle Sam's coffee shop. Thirteen years have past since the last time I saw him. That time, my hair is short, my leg is short and I am all bone and skin. Plus, I think I was missing a few teeth back then.

Uncle Sam is my father's younger brother. He is always a nice and funny uncle everyone has in their family. I like him and since he lived near my house, he always come visits my family.

But that was before Aunt Rosie died. After his wife died, he moved to Atlanta and I never meet or contact him. He used to call me once or twice a month but after that he just disappear. Like everyone else in my life.

As I grew up and things started to get rough, I tried to contact him by the number that he gave me. All the time, it just went straight to the voicemail.

When I first ran away from home a year ago, I started to find him. I searched for Samuel Daniels in the internet and found a facebook account with the name of Rosie Calamity. I know straight away that I have found him.

It takes a lot of courage to finally decided to come here. I am really a coward if I don't start walking now but I am also as good as dead if the man I run away from is there with him, waiting for me.

Because of all the years that throw us apart, I afraid he does not remember me anymore or worse, he know me but he don't like what he see. I run my hand on my red flannel shirt and tug down my white tank top.

"I am good. No matter what he told me, I am good." I whisper to myself and start to walk again. Faster this time before my legs stop moving on its own.

I push the door that wrote 'pull' and nearly hit a brown hair girl in glasses. She stares dagger at me. "Hey, it said pull."

"It wrote pull." I say and walk into the shop. I am not a fan of coffee so the aroma did no wonder to my nervous soul. I look around and realize this is not just a coffee shop. It is also a bookstore and maybe a mini library.

There is no sign of a man that resembles Uncle Sam I saw in the facebook account of Rosie Calamity. And no sign of anybody that I don't want to see. I sigh and unclench my fist. Safe.

Several people who were reading books are now looking at me because of the door incident I thinks. I ignore them and walk to the counter.

Urgh, can I just not dealing with this today? I groan silently when I see the cashier of this book store slash coffee shop slash mini library is the girl in glasses that I nearly hit with the door.

She glares at me. "What do you want?"

Ignoring her hostile question, I answer, "I want to meet Mr. Daniels."

"Why do you want to meet him?" She narrows her eyes. She got a beautiful shade of brown in her eyes. It is like a soft brown color that we always see in puddle. Now when I look closer, I am not sure whether her eyes is brown or grey.

"Why don't you just call him out."

"No, can't do."

She dismisses me by walking out of the counter and I hope she rots in hell. I am nervous enough and I don't need to deal with her attitude. "Hey, glasses." I call her.

She is about to take a sit at a table with her friends when she hears me. "Excuse me?" She says defensively.

"You are excused. Now can you please call Mr. Daniels for me. Immediately."