Angel Will Fly

Angel has never had any luck or good in her life but her brother Xavier, unfortunately he leaves for war and soonly dies. Angel can't take her crazy, arguing parents anymore, so she flees. She had an amazing voice and needs money really bad. How will she survive the mean streets of Chicago? Can she make friends? Can she find a job? Or will she get more depressed than she already is. This movella is based on the song "A-team" by Ed Sheeran. If you haven't listened to it you must! This book is for the what's going on your street contest, please read. Enjoy :D

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4. Alone

"ANGEL STOP BEING SUCH AN IDOIT! YOU BETTER START LISTENING TO ME AND YOUR MOTHER OR ELSE..."

My head shot up. I took a couple deep breaths and looked at my surroundings. I was lying in front of a large window by Macy's. I let out a small cry when I realized how cold I  was. I blinked to get the white sparkles out of my eyes. It snowed about an inch over night. My hands felt frozen. I quickly pulled them out of the snow. I got up and noticed the winter wonderland around me. A tiny smile filled my face.

I remember  a time when I was five and Xaiver was 7. We had a foot of snow and we had just went outside to play in it. He opened the sliding door and ran out. "You can't catch me!!" Xaiver yelled. I of course, accepted the challenge and started sprinting to find him. I searched every inch of my yard, but still no luck. I then realized all of the new footprints were appearing where I have stepped. I turned around and caught Xaiver quietly following my trail. Before he could lift his boots up, I jumped on him ad pinned him down. We couldn't stop laughing that day. I cherish that memory.

I got back to the real world and walked down the sidewalk about two blocks. I hadn't eaten in days, but I'm was use to being hungry so I barely noticed my growling stomach. I started running when I saw the golden M. I placed my blanket right outside.

It must have been pretty early because not many people were outside.I flung open the door. I felt myself warming up when I stepped in. I looked at the clock; 7:32. I walked up to the counter and glanced at the man behind the register. He had blue eyes and had straight, blonde hair. He brushed back his hat as he saw me approach.

"Hello. What would you like to order?" He asks in an almost forced voice.

"Can I have a sausage biscuit, small chicken soup, and some regular coffee," I told him.

"Sure that will be $6.96."

"Okay one second," I replied with a quick smile. I counted the money in my pocket. With the donations I had from last night, drum roll please... I have $16.45. I handed him the cash and waited. After i paid I had $9.51. Then I ate my food quietly in the corner. I didn't realize just how hungry I actually was.

After that I threw my garbage out, but I did not waste a single bite of food so it was just paper and napkins. I then went to the bathroom. I locked the door then first took off my heavy winter coat and my lighter sports jacket. My winter coat had giant pockets so that's where I kept my clothes. I took off my puffy sweatpants, worn out tank top and undergarments. I put on a white tank top and put an orange, v neck, long sleeve. Then I dressed into some old skinny jeans. These and the clothes I just worn were the only clothes I owned. I stared a my reflection for a while in the mirror. My long, light blonde hair hanged over my shoulders. I took a pony tail holder out of my coat and pulled my hair into a high pony tail. I looked at my tired, dark, brown eyes. I decided to wash my face. I felt more clean after that. As I looked at my reflection I heard the words my parents screamed as I left my house.

"ANGEL! GET BACK HEAR RIGHT NOW. WITHOUT US YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU HAVE NO ONE! YOU ARE ALONE!" They told me. I sniffled as I held back tears. As I left that night, my mom tried to grab me with her long nails and they left permanent lines on my arm.

I looked at myself now and I was actually crying. I started to sing to try to lift my spirits, "Her face seems, slowing sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries." My face was drowning in tears but I still manage to add, "And they scream, the worst things in life come free to us. Cause we're all under the upper hand, go mad for a couple grams. And she don't wanna go outside tonight." I can't sing anymore because I'm too upset. I've never seen myself like this since Xaiver's death. I whispered, "I am alone."

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