Teen Ink
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TeenInk "If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I might be writing in my dreams." http://t.co/0FUP7fyJcB
Alice stuffed a couple snacks in her bag before grabbing her skateboard and rolling out the door. She wanted to see what other mysteries came up, the best place to find that was the little cafe down the street.
Finally! Her foster parents were up, good news is they'd given her the money for the cafe. The bad news was she had to take her foster siblings down there with ehr for breakfast. Wren felt like groaning as she waited for the younger kids to get dressed, soon they started on their way and ere walking down the side walk. Jackie had insisted on holding Wren's hand. Wren hand protested,s he hated being touched! Even by the toddler! But Jackie threatene dto throw a temper tantrum if Wren didn't let her hold her hand so Wren complied. The two boys were dancing in front of them as she thye walked down the side walk towards the cafe.
Alice slipped off her skateboard, picking up the board and tucking it under her right arm. She looked up at the wooden sign, the black fence that lined the cafe was as dark as a ravens feather. It was a brick building, obviously old.
Alice smiled, french toast , baccon eggs and orange juice...yum. She licked her lips softly, the aroma of good food invaded her scenses, her stomach softly grumbled.
"So wiill you be having the coffee or water today Al?" The waitress said, trying not to show irritation she was feeling because of the loud morning people in the corner.
Alice was leaning back in the opposite corner. The cafe was a nice size, but the darkness made it hard to til'.
The walls were a dark gray, except for where the bricks wore through. The tables were vintage, and everything was antique.
Alice looked up, she came here all the time, though Alice, being broke, never was able to afford anything but their coffee or water.
They finally got to the cafe. Wren got her foster siblings to sit down and a waiter came over to them. Wren whistled when she saw the prices, this place was expenseive, she wouldn't be able to buy a meal for everyone with the money she had. Wren decided to buy one meal that the kids would share, she would get water or coffee, the cheapest thing there.
"I'll have one pancake meal with two plates and a coffee, please." she told the waiter without looking him the eyes. The waiter nodded and left to get their order. Wren leaned back in the booth they'd chosen and watched her siblings,
"On emeal won't be enough for all of us!" Freddie whined, he pouted,
"Yeah, we wanna each have a meal!" James chimed in.
"Too bad so sad, you two are sharing one with your sister." Wren said. The ocntinue dto whine and Jackie decided that the colroing paper she'd been given wasn't good enough and started to draw on the table. Wren graoned.
"James, Freddies quit whining. Jackie,d on't draw on the table!" she said, frustrated.
((Shall Alice join you, or...what? And what do you want our first mystery to be?))
((Alice can join us..and um..I dunno murder? STolen stuff? People disppearing? Noises from creepy old house? You pick whatever you think would best fit...))
Poor Girl. I ha.te kids. She looked back at the table, the little snots were drawing the vintage tables. She sighed roughly, rolling her eyes. Alice fixed her leather gloves, which were cut off at the knuckles, as a smirk wiggled its way to Alice's lips, she grabbed her coffee cup, and turned her chair, sitting backwards in the chair next to the group. Her boots under the table. She reached her hand out to shake Wren's hand.
"Name's Alice. Alice Delphian, pleassure to make your acquaintance(sp?)." She smirked, her hand still out.
Wren jumped when Alice spoke to her, she didn't reach for her hand. Instead she reached across the table and snatched teh crayons from Jackie's grasp.
"Be with you in a moment." she muttered in response to Alice's greeting, she grabbed the ketchup bottle fomr James and the mustard one from Freddie. Leaning over the booth she put the things on the booth behind them and pocketd the crayons.
"Wreeeennn!!" Freddie whined.
"Imma tell mom and dad you were mean!" Jackie said crossing her arms on her chest.
"You do that." Wren muttered irratably. She looked around for some water to use to try and get the crayon markings out of the nice table. The waiter came with the food ad placed it down the table. He put the coffee in front of Wren. Wren cut the pancakes up and put them on the smaller plates provided, after diving the emal evenly between teh three young kids she gave them each a plate and leaned back in her seat, she turned to Alice, but didn't take the proffered hand she ahted to be touched.
"Wren Flanders." she said in response, nodding her head in greeting.
((Hopefully you're cool with this))
Alice watched as Wren worked dilegently, cleaning up after the little muchkins. She frowned looking at the crayon marks. She wondered by the little kids seemed so spoiled, rolling her eyes softly, she nodded at the girls introduction. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, "Want to see a magic trick?" She asked, a grin pulling her lips into a smirk. She put her fist over the crayon mark, looking down at the mark, she lightly banged it against the table, puting her palm on the mark she lifted it.
It was gone.
"Welcome to the neighborhood Wren Flanders."
Alice watched as Wren worked diligently, cleaning up after the little munchkins. She frowned looking at all the crayon marks. She wondered why the little kids acted so spoiled, rolling her eyes softly, she nodded at the girls introduction.
That's when she got an idea.
Leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table Alice made eye contact with the little artist.
"Want to see a magic trick?" She asked, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.
Before anyone could answer, Alice made a fist, putting it over the marks slowly. Looking down, she lightly banged her hand against the table, putting her palm over the mark swiftly. After a few moments she slowly lifted her palm.
It was gone.
"Welcome to the neighborhood Wren Flanders."
"Coo' 'oe youf do 'at!?!?!" Jackie said with her mouthful.
"Jackie, mouth closed when eating." Wren said she sipped some more coffee and gave a look to Alice that said 'thank you.'
Freddie reached over and ran is syrup covered hand over the spot where the marks were.
"Where'd the marks go?" he asked. Wren groaned and got up she signaled the waiter over.
"I'm sorry we've made a mess" she started, indicating the now syrup smeared spot on the table, "May I get some napkins and water please?" she asked keeping her voice cool and calm, her coffee had calmed her nerves down and she wacting for her self. Cold towards people and good at hiding any emotion. James grabbed the pitcher of warm syrup and poured a bunch on his pancakes, in fact he poured the whole pitcher so that the syrup dripped off the plate. Them he proceeded to eat the pancakes with his fork, acting like theyw ere delicious. The waiter came back with the water and napkins and Wren started to clean up the nasty sticky mess that covered the lovely tables. The kids were almost done with their meals now.
Alice laughed softly, looking at the bewidlered kids, slightly disgusted at Jackie's manners.
She nodded softly at Wren, as to say no problem.
"It's magic, they just poof. Gone. No more. I do the same thing with annoying brats" Alice mostly mumbled the last part.
Alice looked at all the syrup, drapping itself across the table. She let out a soft sigh beore helping Wren clean up the syrup. They looked disgusting, the pancakes that is.
She sipped on her coffee, realising it was getting cold she frowned, showing a slightly disgusted look.
"So Wren, do you like scary things?" She asked, slightly bored.
Wren finsihed the cleaning and the kids finished eating. She satrted to clean their hands and faces off.
"Depends, some scarey I like some I don't." she answer rather vaguely as she held Freddie in place to clean his face off. She moved on to Jackie who squirmed and kicked the bench.
"Sit still." Wren said quietly to jackie, who didn't obey and continued to squirm, but Wren finally got her clean.
"You live across form us, right Alice?" she asked a bit nervously, trying to be a little polite, after all the girl had helped clean up the little kids messes.
Alice nodded, looking around nonchantly. Running her hand through her hair. She watched with no interest as Wren cleaned up the little trolls.
"That I do." Alice stated, placing her cup on the table behind her.
Wren signaled the kids out of the booth, Jackie grabbed her hand again making Wren grit her teeth, but still manage to look calm.
"Well see ya around, Alice." she said. She waved and to say good bye and satrted to herd the kids out of the cafe. She had a bunch of unpacking to help with today.
"Yea." Alice muttered, sighing slightly before pushing in her chair. "Do you need any help around here?" Alice asked, not amused. She ran her fingers through her hair before grabbing a rag. Someone had to keep things in order around here.
Wren herded the children out of the cafe and down the street towards the house. She didn't really hear what Alice had said to her last because she was too bust trying to get her foster brothers to slow down and quit trying to fight each other or shoot each other with finger guns. She didn't get why her foster sibling were immature, when she was 6 she was quiet and very well neat. She didn't make messes and she did as she was told. Possibly becuase she was scared into it by foster parents and threats of beatings or worse. Wren thought these kids had probably been coddled their whole life.
((She was talking to the waitor not Wren :D :))
After helping clean up, Alice was rewarded with a piece of Apple Pie. So good deeds do get rewarded some how. A smiled pecked the corners of Alice's lips. She didn't smile often when it came to other people, but when it came to the little things she couldn't help it.
She ran her fingers through her pink hair, before attacking her pie with her fork, a soft hum leaving her lips as she slipped it into her mouth.
I should do good deeds more often. I didn't know that kindness tasted like pie. Apple Pie.
((Ahh, OK.))
Wren finally got home, it felt like it took forever with trying to keep her now hyper foster brothers in control and keep them form running into teh streets. She entered her house and yanked her hand out of Jackie's grasp. Her parents came forard,
"Wren, please unpack your's and Jackie's room." they said. Wren nodded. Her foster mother took teh children outsode to play and stay out of the way as Wren went to unpack the room she was forced to share.
