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It's just a riddle.
Title: Ice Cream I
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An apartment complex that is blocky and rundown. I live on the fourth floor, flanked by two other apartment blocks in a small alley. It's not too small, the car still fits in.
If you are looking for static and monotonous scenery, come to Gorbals, in Glasgow. Everywhere it contained industrial factories, busy pedestrians, homeless people who sat and housed the rather quiet alleyways. A city that is only black and white, without attractive colors. This city even made my parents cold to me. Like my mother always said,
"Donut, we don't have time. Next time, okay?"
Well, my ears have heard that many times since I got home from school at 12 noon. My father and mother always work during those hours, and come home at midnight. He said 12 hours of work was the minimum wage requirement.
By the way, my name is Liam Beetleswag, 10 years old, and my parents often call me Donut. I don't know why they call me that, I'm not even fat. I may not be good at math, but I'm pretty good at other subjects, especially cooking labs. I really love food. In fact, I always record in a diary when I eat delicious food! Of course, what I buy must not be the time I cooked myself. I bought it for the purpose of enhancing my palate.
Long story short, after I cooked dinner for my parents, I put it in the fridge with plastic wrap to keep it fresh, then an Ice Cream Truck drove by in the apartment alley. My thought at that time was,
"What's so good about the ice cream while making those homeless people run after them?"
I peep from the window. Anyway, I waited for the homeless people to get out of the way until the Ice Cream Truck was running again, right in front of the symmetrical room of my apartment.
It took about 20 minutes for them to finally get out of the way. The Ice Cream Truck start to move again.
I immediately left the apartment, went down the manual stairs, four floor, with lightning speed as if I didn't want to miss the ice cream truck.
Now I arrived at the alley way.
"Sir, I want to buy ice cream!" I called them. Strangely, I just called the third time, The stopped too far. Approximately four addresses adrift.
I don't understand why there is no brand. It's just written
Ice Cream with Crystal Ice! Bring you the happiness of the heavens!
I ordered the variant that the staff said was the best-selling, the name was simple, Ice. I think the name of the variant is too short, a bit simple and funny I thought. But when the ice cream was served, to my surprise it was ice cream with crystal bits in the vanilla cream! Wow! I just knew that! The taste is unique and the most I've never tasted before. I promise, every time that truck passes, I will always buy it with the same variant!
The next day, November 27th, the ice cream car is passing by again!
As usual, the taste is still good. Today I am very happy. Even though my friends at school were always being shit to me, it was still a good day! I dealt with them, somehow? I wonder why my little sweet punch palm can hurt them suddenly?
November 28th, of course I still buy that ice cream again!
Now I don't care about math test results anymore! My dream of becoming a chef is getting closer! That day I made Madame Cathy proud of my cooking test and she promised to give me a perfect score!
November 29th, never miss, I still buy that ice cream!
For the first time Mother wanted to go to her parents' house. I thought he was on leave? What is clear father also let it go. Besides dad is busy with his business assistant, Miss Moora. There will be a project that he is working on so dad promised me he would take me on a trip, after he came back from out of town of course.
I didn't understand that ice cream could change my destiny!
November 30th, I didn't see the ice cream truck, but instead, was a patrol car with blue-red light light up the darkness.
I understand they was riled up and arrested some of the homeless people who should have been deprived of sleep and housed on the streets. What I'm confused about is, why did I come along?
What is the sin of a 10 year old like me? Then why are my parents not present?
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