Wolf Hearts

The rest of the day blended together, like it normally did, no big highlights or anything, I was just walking out of the building, towards the buses. I don't actually ride the buses, my apartment is only a block away, but as long as Mikey thought I rode the bus, he wouldn't come after me after school. I walked into the bus, right behind the bus driver and watched the red pickup truck that Mikey was always climbing into, once he was inside and a decent ways away from the school, I got off. The bus driver, this very old lady who lived in my complex all by herself, smiled and waved as I started my way towards home. It was only polite to wave back, she was very old and sometimes let me stay at her house when my mom was having a real bad hangover. Anyway, I kept going towards my house and only stopping when I saw snow. I put my hand out letting a couple snow flakes fall onto my bare hand, I lost myself for a couple minutes, just letting my mind slip away from me for a change, when I was able to register and straighten myself, my hand was flushed and cold. I wanted to be cold until I got home, but my feet lead me to the drug store whether I liked it or not. When I was inside, I saw this thirty year-old pervertish guy behind the counter, intently staring at the dinky little tv by him. You could tell he was a pervert by the moans coming from that little tv. I picked up a handful of Now&Laters and put it on the counter. The pervert turned quickly, counting all my candy and adding up the total on the register.
"Is that all, kid?" he said with a gross, nasally kind of voice
I was about to answer yes, but a shiny switchblade caught my attention, I looked for a price tag, but found no such thing.
"How much for the switchblade?" I asked pointing at it
He just looked at it like it was as boring as watching grass grow
"Oh that old thing? It's been here for years and no one has shown any interest in it, so you can have it on the house." He replies, while picking at his stubby nails
"Really? Thank you"
He handed it over and asked for the cash for the candy, I handed over a twenty and waited until I got the change.
"Thank you, sir"
He didn't respond, he just wanted me to leave so he could attend to his pornography. I wasn't planning on sticking around for all that grossness, I mean, if you just have sex for money or kicks even, then it's the void of an all time low, but if you love them, then it's special. I was in my complex grounds, but I didn't realize I was home until I passed the jungle gym in the center garden.
"Watch out Frankie!" panted a gruff voice
I moved slightly to the side as a huffing Adam Contier ran past me, he was always running or doing something athletic, Mom once made a bet with me that he even worked out while he was asleep, but that's not even logically possible, but it's still as funny as hell.
"You asshole!" screamed a very pissed off female voice, I moved to the right as a cheap lamp fell from above
"Jesus Kaitlyn! You could've killed somebody!" a very feminine male voice yelled back
I saw Mr. Quinn stick his head out the window and look at right at me
"You okay Frank?" he asked
"Fine" I answered back
He nodded before sticking his head back into his apartment, I walked up the stairs toward my house, I unlocked the door and walked in, almost immediately being hit with a wave of fresh tomato sauce and Parmesan.
"Hi sweetie pie" my mom smiled wiping her hands on her apron
"Hi Mom"
"How was school?"
"Meh, one of those days where nothing happens"
"Oh, okay, why don't you go wash up? Supper's almost ready"
I nodded and headed over to the washroom, she always made dinner rather early on Friday, she had to work the late shift on weekends after all. After sitting down at the table and serving myself some spaghetti, my mom did the same and sat across from me. She only did that when she had something to discuss with me
"What's wrong Mom?"
"I got a promotion today"
"What really?! Mom, that's great"
"I have to start working late shifts for this promotion"
"Oh"
There's always a catch, nothing good ever comes without a catch
"Look, Frankie, we need this, we really do and I know it sucks major balls"
I smiled when she said that, she always has a way of making me smile, Mom's have that strange power
"But the money I'll be getting is double the money of our bills, Hun, we'll get out of New Jersey and get you into a better school, away from that Mikey boy"
Every single part of her plan sounded too good to be true, but I knew it was all very possible and very real. I was excited, I decided to listen to more, but she was already done talking and was now looking at the window, the sounding of a beeping truck stole her attention.
"Sounds like the new neighbors are here"
She got up and walked towards the window, curiosity got the better of me as I followed her towards the window. She let me get ahead of her and we both stared at the new comers. There was a man, an older guy in his late fifties, early sixties pushing a red roller with four boxes on it towards the complex, sitting on the jungle gym was a hooded figure staring at it's feet like they were the only interesting thing in the world
"That poor kid's not wearing any shoes" Mom gasped
I wasn't really looking at it's feet, she had taken off her black hood to reveal the features underneath. Her hair was a natural black that was tied into a simple braidand her skin was an olive tone. Mom quickly turned and walked away as the girl's gray eyes looked up to our window. She was really pretty, I liked her already. She smiled at me and waved gently, I waved back and smiled. She turned away, probably because her dad told her to help him or something, I took that as my cue to turn away too. I wonder what her name is

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