we dream of somewhere else : {gaby}
Aug 2, 2016 7:40:19 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Aug 2, 2016 7:40:19 GMT -5
Leticia Wheeler
The girl doesn't run away, though. I wonder if she's really lost her way home. She smiles at me. I know it's impossible, but that's what she does. Like I am the new shiny toy, not a scary thingie sitting in the trash. "No, thank you. I already had breakfast". Lucky you, then. You know what breakfast is. And I don't. So, maybe, if I keep silence, that's the end of discussion and this blue elf will finally leave me alone.
There is a short pause and I try to take a closer look at her. She's not as small as I thought. Pretty high, actually. I hope she isn't older than me. It would make that "little girl" comment look ridiculous. Though she knows nothing about life, it's clear. She is lucky to run into me, not some criminal gang. Wonder if she would have the time to say "hello" before they robbed her. And where are the parents looking? I catch myself on a thought, that I've almost forgotten about the Aileen part of her. Maybe I should just try to be as nice as I can and show her the right way?
Then the girl speaks again. "I'm Camilla. My parents are woodcarvers. We mostly make ducks." Well, that explains it. She probably was delivering something and decided to use this road as a shortcut... Why would I care anyway? And what is that she is trying to do? Make friends? "Are you hungry? I can buy you food." Is it only me or has this really gone too far? "Eating garbage isn't sustainable". That's what they always tell the kids at home and at school, child. It turned out to be more than sustainable, when I tried it first. Don't believe what they tell you, just try it and you'll understand. You only have to choose carefully if you don't want to get into a hospital. Her voice drives me out of my thoughts again: "I'm going to get some money from this delivery, if you're willing to wait". Interesting. She probably thinks I'm homeless, or that I haven't been eating in weeks. Maybe I have to answer something instead of just spitting on the ground and taking another bite, like I was actually planning to do seconds ago.
I lean independently against a broken chair and clear my throat. When she's talking to me like that, it's simply annoying, because now I almost want to say something awfully polite to her. But that's not gonna happen. I will talk, in the way I always do it: "I'm Leticia. My mom works in a factory. She mostly makes money." Now I have to turn a phrase "And I don't need your charity, kid" into something more original and not very rude: "And don't worry about me, I'd rather be a trash queen, than a food beggar. Besides, it's only my breakfast. The dinner will be much more 'sustainable' than this". Probably shouldn't have said that last one... Am I really going to describe my menu to someone I barely know? Especially if this someone looks like my 'honey-angel' sister.
Let's talk about something else... I am trying desperately to figure out, what to say before she becomes even nicer. "And I'm sure it won't be the money of your own. Stealing from the family budget is a dishonest thing to do. By the way, you didn't just take this road to meet me, did you? I can show you the way if you're lost. Isn't it rude to keep the customer waiting?"