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


6. Rain

*One week later*

"Angel you are so funny," Abby laughed as we finished cleaning up.

We were joking about our day at work. This job was honestly the best thing that had ever happened to me. I had made friends, I could sing, and I was getting my pay check today.

"Everyone I have your paycheck a so please gather up!" Adam exclaimed.

We all huddled around him waiting for our money. He handed them out one by one calling us all individually. "Janet here is yours. Jacob here is your money, but I expect to see more effort from you next week. Dave, here you go. Kimmy here. Angel here."

I heard my name and walked up and quickly grabbed the envelope. I sat down at the nearest table and opened it. $310. That is the most money I have ever gotten being on the streets. I thanked Adam and said goodbye to everyone. I got outside and started to skip because I was so happy. I didn't even have to pay for food anymore because the chefs made everyone lunch at work. I smiled and decided that I would buy some clothes.

I went to the nearest thrift store. When I walked up the steps I felt so much older. I haven't bought clothes in a year. I looked around for about 10 minutes just to scope out the store. It was very organized. The clothing was organized by color and type. I tried on a couple of t-shirts and long sleeve shirts and decided to buy a navy blue polo shirt and a a long sleeve pink shirt with an oval neck that has four buttons going down the center. I also got dark blue skinny jeans and a dark brown puffy rain coat with a hood that has with a warm and fuzzy rim. I also got a new pair of shoes because mine were about to fall apart. They were simple black converse. I went to check out and the total came to $58. After this I had about $262. I walked out proudly with the two bags like I saw other people walking out of stores all the time.

I went and found my comforter hidden behind the dumpster I left it at and went to the nearest gas station and changed into my new polo shirt and jeans with my new rain coat. I stuffed the rest of my clothes in my winter coat and wrapped them in the comforter. Then, I went for a walk.

I felt so different then I did a month ago, things are finally starting to get better. All of a sudden I felt a couple of taps on my head and I looked up. Just then I felt rain pouring on me. Most people don't like the rain but I love it. I held up my hands sticking them straight out and closed my eyes. I felt so alive. My hands were a little cold though because I forgot to buy new gloves so mine were ripped. I saw many people running into the nearest building nearby. After about two minutes I was the only one walking. I started to sing, "Ripped gloves, rain coat. Trying to swim and stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes."

I remember when I heard about Xaiver's death. My parents sat me down one day after school and told me what happened. I knew he shouldn't have gone to war! My eyes were pouring out tears by then. But the worst part is my parents didn't even cry. They didn't even look sad their own son was dead. After I cried for a little bit my dad slapped me and told me to shut up. I ran outside to the park right by our house. I sat on the swings thinking about all of our memories. Suddenly rain started dripping down slowly but then it started pouring. I just sat there alone and the rain actually cheered me up a little bit. I was never the same after that. If only Xaiver could see me now.

I walked for another twenty minutes until it was about 8 P.M. Then I ran to get my things. I camped out in the verandah of Macy's. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a familiar voice.

"Angel is that you?"

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