Time period: 1920

The mafia.

Possible romance

Main characters:

Megan (ritzy up town girl)

Gabriel (works at the towns bakery)

“ Gabe, hurry on up and unload the new shipment. Iam not paying you to lolly gag around so hurry up.” A plump little man yelled down to the cellar while rubbing down the tables in the bakery, business was slow since he only just opened and hour ago. The mans features were very ironic, he had green soft eyes, red rosy cheeks and rosy lips; but he didn’t even act like the jolly man the children know. The kids would sometimes come and point at the Santa look alike and giggle with joy. But when this man was on the clock he was very hard to please. A boy trudged up the creaking old wood stairs of the bakery and gave a big sigh before he went out into the cool autumn air to unload pounds of flour and sugar and sometimes butter cream candies and random hard candies for the walk by customers. This boy seemed to be around age 11 with red coarse hair and red freckles played around his nose and cheeks. His eyes were this brilliant shade of blue near the cornea of his eyes and green gently but subtly blended into the blue. He was also wearing a brown worn over alls and a white dirty shirt. His arms were strong from years of hard labor but still very pail. His father had always kept him working from a very young age. He never sees his dad anymore, he was sent to prison one night late summer 2 years ago. His mother refused to tell him what his fathers crime was; she seemed very distraught, she had never been the same since. All she would say is how brave he was. He learned never to ask to many questions and to also never give answers to anyone. You let something slip in this hard shell of a town called buffalo your neck might be slit that nite and could be laying in a puddle of your own blood. New York was definatly not a safe place even in the most ritziest of places. Immigrants came in and got shipped out from Coney island every other day. His family was successful in becoming US citizens. They came over when his mother was still pregnant with him. For 11 years they had been living in a shack on the edge of town. It had one bed room big enough for a normal sized mattress. Sheets and home made blankets scattered on the floor along with dirty brown pillows and worn filthy clothing. There was also a small kitchen. Cracks went up the semi flower wall papered walls and mold was to be found behind the fridge and the annoying thud of water hitting the bottom of the sink every nite. Ever since his father was sent to prison his mother let the kitchen go and stopped washing dishes to where the sink was over flowing with them and the counters had developed mountains of cups and plates. We also had a tiny living room consisting of a fireplace and a record player in the corner next to the maroon tattered chair his father use to sit in when he wasn’t at his important job meetings. My place was in front of the fire place. His mother would lay down a couple of blankets and a small pillow so the hard freezing wood floor would not bother him as much but the kettling fire would give him enough warmth so he could fall asleep. In the morning he would be covered in soot already. It would look like he had come back form the mines that nite. The person who looks out for me now is Mr. Mc Clain who runs the Bakery. He offered a job at the bakery to me 3 years ago one after noon when he seen me working at my old job at the docks on the east side of town. He said it was to dangerous for a boy my age. So ever since he had been working under his wing.

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Great, he is calling me up already. I guess the supply holder finally got here on time. I listed down the last couple of items on the inventory list to see what we had left after a busy week in the shop. Our bakery was the best around, we were famous for our fresh bread and our jelly filled pastries. You could smell the bakeries aroma fly out of the chimney and imagine it almost looking as if it fluttered out of here like a butterfly leading unsuspecting victims back to our humble shop. I had to drag my feet up the stairs I was so tiered from last nite. The 3 cats were fighting in the ally once again. It was just one of the many things that kept me up every nite. I quietly got up not to disturb my mother and tip toed to the door. I was reaching for the rusted handle but it sounds like someone else got the obnoxious cats before I could get to them . I heard a loud crack let out once then again . The nite went silent except for the chanting of a drop of water hitting a pot in the sink. Those were the usual nites at the end of my town. So I trudge up the old rickety wooden stairs and headed to the back door. I gently open the door as not to make any sound on my way out. The supply truck was a couple yards away, of course, what else could make my day better. I untied my black tattered apron and set it on a hook out right next to the door. I jumped down from the highest step and bent down to find a suitable rock to keep the door open so I could trudge loads of sugar up the back stairs and down the cellar stairs. Whoa, I slowly raised myself and pressed my body flat against the wall. I heard two bodies scuttle and knock over our trash cans. I kept deadly still if not I would be dead. In New York you never wanted to be caught in a brawl. “Ok bub, where is my money you promised me? Huh?” I tightened my fist some more to keep myself calm and quiet. “You thought you could run didn’t Ya, you’ve been running all nite; I can tell you have. Thought you could get away with Al Capone’s men around every corner?” I heard a click and a man whimper under this other mans power. “Now where is the money?” I heard the other man mumble a couple of words then 4 loud bangs from a gun. I heard a dead weight of a man drop to the ground and the other man fleeing into the woods behind the bakery. I tried to stay hidden but he caught me from the corner of his eye and turned around and pointed the gun right at my chest. I heard a voice call from the woods behind him. ”Stop! That’s our old boys son, leave him be!” He gave me a wink and a smile before he disappeared into the darkness of the woods. I was confused and mortified at all of this.