From Ground Up

This is my random story of Angelica enjoy! ღ

Reunion

Past

I hate this darn place. I hate it. I hate everyone here. I hate my life.

“Heads up nymphie!” An annoying voice called. I quickly morphed into my human form. I did the only think I could think of. Run. I ran until my heart was beating fast and I felt as I might lie on the road and die. My face was turning the color of chlorophyll.

“Wait!” A voice called. I whirled around. There was a boy with curly brown hair that ran over his blue eyes. His face had a mischievous look to it. We stared at each other for a while. That was a face I will never forget, Travis Stoll.

I turned around through my shoes in his direction and ran.

Present Day-

“Caramel Mocha please.” a young man asked.

“Right up!” I exclaimed and hustled to the kitchen. Working at Starbucks isn’t so bad. I plan to raise some money for myself at least to attend the community college. Thankfully, the landlord is kind enough to take me in the apartments. I quickly dazed out.

“Angelica!” the manager screamed and I snapped back to reality. I finished my last order and was off.

I rented out the apartments for a while now. I had found a living for myself ever since I left..It leaves bleak memories. I took out a plate of chocolate chip cookies and grabbed my crossword puzzle with a pencil behind my ear. An 8 letter word that means needing something badly. Darn it. Stumped. Call me stupid but I am having a brain freeze right now.

Knock knock!

I rolled my eyes and got up. People really needed to learn how to use a doorbell. A boy around. Actually I don’t know his age. But he looked oddly familiar. He stared at me and fell on the floor.

“Wait what! Crap..” I exclaimed. Not everyday a random guy who looks familiar faints in your apartment room. If that happens to you. I really would like some advice… I dragged the kid by his arm and left him on the couch. I left a glass of water on the coffee table and returned to my crossword puzzle.

I sat there in deep thought. Boy, major brain freeze.

“8 letter word for really needing something…” I muttered.

“Desperate!” a voice called. The boy got off the couch at grabbed a chair next to me. I was stunned. What the heck was going on? I seriously paid my loans this time! I AM TO YOUNG AND PRETTY TO GO TO JAIL! Anyways, I would probably die of a need for trees or something.

“Who are you..” I said trying not to show my lack of courage.

“Seems like you grown up haven’t you?” the boy said and started to eat the cookies on the table.

“Your not answering my question, I seriously paid my loans. Please don’t make me leave!” I exclaimed. Trying not to go on my knees. The boy burst out laughing at this.

“HA! Make you leave! But you really don’t remember me?” he asked. We stared at each other. I rolled my eyes.

“Seriously. Who are you!” I said with a hint of annoyance. He turned around and jumped on the counter.

“I am Travis Stoll, Angelica.” He said.