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


5. Reger's Cafe

I froze when I heard someone knock at the door.

"Excuse me, can you please hurry up?" Someone asked.

"Okay sorry," I replied. I gathered my things and exited McDonalds. Now it was about 9:30 A.M.

I dropped off my stuff behind a dumpster and went for a walk to clear my head before I started to work.  I thought about how the job was going  to be like and if I would make any friends. That would be nice.

Finally it was 11:30 A.M. so I started walking to the cafe. I got there and  when I went in I was shocked to see a cute, crowded cafe. There was a bright orange color on the walls that was so captivating and I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. I saw waitresses and  waiters quickly coming in and out of the kitchen. The best part was the smells of different breads and coffee. This was going to be very interesting. I looked around and saw Adam standing by the kitchen. Once he saw me he smiled and dodged his way through the room towards me.

"Hey thanks for coming. I will get Abby to give you some clothes to work in and you can start singing. Once you are tired you can just be a waitress."

Abby handed me a black, polo shirt with the name "Reger's Cafe" at the top right in white. I went in the back room and put it on and was rushed to stage by some co-workers excited to hear me sing.

The stage was actually pretty big. There was even a band to play the music. The band and I decided I would sing "How to Save a Life" by the Fray.

I nervously walked up to the microphone. There was only about thirty people there, but it still felt like thousands.

I shut my eyes, pictured the song and start to sing,


"Step one, you say we need to talk


He walks


You say sit down its just a talk


He Smiles politely back to you, you stare politely right on through


Some sort of window to your right


He goes left and you stay right


Between the lines of fear and blame


And you begin to wonder why you came


Where did I go wrong


I lost a friend


Somewhere along in a bitterness


And I would have stayed up with you all night


Had I had known how to save a life."

After I finished that song I felt on top of the world. Everyone stood up and clapped. A small smile spread across my face. I decided I liked this kind of attention.  I sang other songs like Finally Found You, Grenade, and Titanium.

As quickly as it started it ended. The clock read 5 PM, it was closing time because we didn't serve dinner here. I stayed back and helped clean up. Everyone there complimented me on my voice. I talked to some people. They were nice. Dave just got out of college, was 21 years old, and had black with cute freckles. Janet was 28 years old, was a private dance instructor looking for an extra income, and had long orange hair. Finally the other girl I met I liked the most, Abby. She was very fun to talk to, 25 years old, dreamed of becoming a professional chef, and had short, dirty blonde hair. We all cleaned and joked around with each other. It was very fun. I wish it would have lasted forever, but sooner or later I knew I had to go back on the cold, dangerous streets of Chicago.

I left around 6 P.M. I walked back to my comforter and softly sang, "And in a pipe she flies to the motherland. Or sells love to another man. It's too cold outside. For angels to fly." I coughed at the last part. I couldn't help but think of myself.

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