THE DELI MISHAP Javaughna Williams
Once upon a time, back when I lived at my old house, I was sent to the store for my mother, and she didn’t want me to go alone, so she sent me with my two favorite primas, Emma and Bree. Emma was a dark-skinned girl who usually had two puffs in her hair that were always nappy. Bree was a light-skinned girl who wore braids. As we were leaving we got interrupted by Emma’s little brother Xav. Xav was a mischievous little boy with gray and black hair. We tried to ignore him, but he kept on going asking and asking, “Let me go with you guys?” We kept telling him to “GO BACK,” but he wouldn’t listen. As we were walking to the store, the three of them were goofing around playing. I kept thinking to myself, “We should hurry up,” but then I just joined in the fun. We were laughing and joking around while walking to the store. As we arrived at our usual deli, which I always come to, they had LED lights that spelled out, Sutter Deli Store. There were stairs that lead up into the store. The store looked small, but when you walked in, it was a little bigger. As we walked in we saw our local deli store worker, Alex. Alex was an old, bald-headed Puerto Rican guy. Alex said hola to us. We said hi back. We stayed in the front of the store for a while, laughing and joking and dancing. As some time passed, I realized that my mother didn’t want me to stay out so long. So I told them, “I’m not playing with you guys anymore. I have to get what my mother sent me to get.” They ignored me and continued to play. As I started walking to the back of the store, I could still hear them giggling, and then I heard Xav say, “Hey Alex, look at this.” Then I hear a BOOM. 373
