Angel of the L O S T // Axel
Feb 9, 2013 21:25:40 GMT -5
Post by semper on Feb 9, 2013 21:25:40 GMT -5
Liam Aspen Fowler
Cheesy bread – that’s what Stella loves. Of all the things she could choose to like, I guess it’s partially a blessing that it’s bread with just cheese sprinkled on top. And it’s rather cheap so I don’t mind buying it for her. She’s my daughter anyway so I’ll buy whatever she wants. My parents weren’t kidding when they said your children just have you wrapped around their little finger – I’d be at Stella’s beckoning call as fast as I possibly could during any situation, and that right now is just to fetch some bread to have for dessert. Unfortunately as far as females go, these biddings are just going to become more frequent and require a greater monetary amount that I really should be storing up now. But once again I’ll worry about that later when the time comes.
The baker hands me the bread and I pass him a few coins, smiling in thanks and rolling up the paper bag. I turn around, looking for S—
”Stella?” I look around for that familiar head of dirty blonde hair and her glistening eyes but she’s nowhere to be seen. I try not to panic – maybe she’s just gone to stand outside the shop. Keeping the panic off my face I quickly step outside the shop, expecting to see her maybe tugging at a patch of onion grass. She isn’t there. She isn’t there. That’s when the panic sets in. My eyes quickly scan the people walking by, right about their knees, but I don’t see her. She’s gone.
”Stella?!” Shouldering my way into the crowd, I keep my gaze down and search frantically for my little girl, clutching the bread back with a white-knuckled grip. She couldn’t have gone very far, I only had my back turned for a few minutes at the most. As people pass by I ask if they’ve seen a young toddler about yey high though I don’t linger too long to hear their answer. My little Stella’s missing and I’ll be damned if I don’t find her.
The panic is obvious in my voice and I’m asking another family if they’ve seen my little girl when I bump into someone. Without hesitating I turn to the person, not really hearing the family’s answer. ”Please, you have to help me.” I’m desperate by now and it’s obvious. ”My little girl – have you seen her? She’s about yey high and has dirty blonde hair and she was just by the bakery but now I can’t find her. Please, can you help me?”
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((I'll fix his colors to lighter ones soon I promise </3 ))
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