Healing Noah

Chapter one - Harper

What is Chocolate syrup? It's sweet, sticky, thick and supposedly the number one ice cream topping in America. I know I've always drowned my sundaes in it. Though after today's incident I'm not sure I'll ever want to eat it again. My brain still can't seem to process what the hell just happened!

Right now I'm currently scrubbing the seat of a booth that some rotten kid ruined with the gooey dark substance. You'd think parents would have a little more control over their children when it comes to eating in public. My thoughts instantly flash back to what happened moments before.

I was working the bar at uncle mike's ice cream shop making a chocolate sundae for a customer, when i noticed through the corner of my eye, a little blonde boy who looked no older than eleven come barreling towards the ice cream counter. He snatched the bottle of syrup I had recently sat next to the register, and began racing to a much younger girl with hair the same shade of blonde as him.

Suddenly a smile lifted on the boys face and his arms stretched towards the ceiling with an urgency i wasnt expecting. It was then, that I understood what was about to happen. With little warning chocolate syrup began flying in every direction. streaks of brown scattered across the windows, the seats, even the rugged walls, leaving no surface untouched.

Customers began screaming as the assult was taking place, crys of shock could be heard throughout the small establishment. Adults were outraged and trying to locate the culprit behind the sneak attack, while children were looking around aimlessly in hysterics. I however, was horrified by the fact I'd be the one cleaning up the place when the charade was over.

Finally the madness stopped when the bottle ran out of ammunition. Chocolate Drops fell from the narrow opening dripping slowly onto the now slippery floor. The boy looked around bashfully at the mess he created, knowing he had done something wrong. He cautiously approached his mother at their booth, no doubt nervous about the consequences of his actions. Then with no apology or payment for the damage that was just done, his parents rose from their seat eerily calm as they lowered their heads, grabbed their children and bolted for the door. Well... that was fun, I thought sarcastically.

My hands grip the towel tighter and press harder to try and make the once red leather look presentable again. It was no use. The seat was ruined and no amount of cleaning is going to change that. I stand and try to evaluate the rest of the damage.

The white and blue striped wallpaper was horrifically splattered from floor to ceiling. The small strip of carpet leading from the door to the dining room was marred with puddles of the dreaded condiment. The ceiling was still dripping in certain spots where they endured the most force from the child shaking the bottle towards it. The glass to the ice cream cooler, once clear and shiny from being recently cleaned— was now dotted with horrendous brown spots. It appeared as if a family of fudge sickles had been viciously murdered in the shop.

Mike is not going to like this when he gets back from the bank. He'd only been gone for 20 minuets to get change for the till, and will walk into his shop being a war zone. Guess who'll get punished for it? That's right, me. Mike wasn't the most horrible boss ever, but when you piss him off he can turn into satan in less than two seconds. It's not like you could blame him though.

Mike is a short, round man with a very dark receding hairline, whose wife had left him recently for a younger guy. If that had happened to me i'd probally be bitter too. He really should've saw it coming though. Sheila was the type of women obsessed with her appearence, she had recently spent mikes money to get a rhinoplasty and lip fillers.