The man who took everything from me…
I spot a mouse and I picture him, I picture him perfectly. And then I pounce.
“Ava!” A voice called sweetly into my room.
I open my eyes to see my bedroom. My prey, it was gone.
It had been a few days since Hector died, almost a week ago. I had been out of school because of it and I didn’t plan on going back for a while. …show more content…
“I’ll do your errands.” I offer standing up and walking pasted her into the kitchen to see little Rey Del Toro. Sitting at the counter and playing with his cereal. “Hi Auntie Ava!” He exclaims upon seeing me.
I smile, old t-shirt, messy hair, and all. “Hey Rey.” I smile serving myself some cereal also. The news was playing on the small TV that sat on the counter.
I don’t bother to listen. It’s just the normal boring new, or a normal boring small town.
Newman California. Not really much to say. I live on Real Ave., and everything is in a biking distance. I could go to one side of town to the other in hardly any time at all.
Awilda quickly writes a list of everything I have to get. She leaves it on the table with about $20. Yah, I don’t think my family fits into the high society kind of world.
Awilda’s husband is an engineer, he brings home a half decent salary, and Awilda works at the different schools in town as a substitute. So I dint really get to go on many fun shopping sprees, and needless to say, we only have one car.
Once I finish eating and Rey finishes his story about his latest dream I change into some fresh clothing, old denim shorts and a t-shirt.
I grab the list and money off the counter and walk outside and unlock my bike form where it was tied up on the …show more content…
I go from the drug store, I go to the post office, and then to this pizza place called Pizza Plus. They serve more than just pizza and have the best slushy in all of Newman in my personal opinion.
The owners are family friends, and sometimes will let me have a few bread stick for doing the dishes.
“Hey, Ava!” The owner shouts from behind the counter when I walk in. “How are you doing?”
“As good as I can be doing right now, Mr. Wallace.” I reply throwing down my backpack in a seat. “Got any dishes? Or does the floor need a good mopping?” I ask hopefully.
“Ava, Ava, I should just hire you. I’m sorry, but I don’t need you to do anything today.” Mr. Wallace says. “You want anything?” He asks.
“No thank you.” I smile politely.
“How about a blue raspberry slushy?” He asks. “On the house. I know you love them.”
I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Fine, but only a small.”
After I waste half an hour there. And it is nice.
When I leave I go to the library and pick up a few new