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 The Adventures of
Nafis Anthony James

The Cell Phone

A cool breeze rushed across Nafis’ face as he turned the corner of the isle in the store. He was looking for Jolly Ranchers and was certain that they were in the isle he just came down. But they weren’t, so around to the next one he went. They were in the isle with the ATM at the end, between the potato chips and the soda cooler.The one right at the window, so you could see outside.  He turned into the isle, just in time, to see a lady with a blue jacket, pushing the exit door open, while closing her pocket book at the same time. 
He also saw, right in front him, lying near the bottom of the money machine, on the floor, a blue debit card.

Shreeeech! The alarm, from his pretend iPod that he had being hearing went off again. He felt the electricity like feeling move through his body again. He bent down and picked up the card. Sheila White was the name on the card, along with the account number and the Visa logo.

“I bet this belongs to the lady that just left out the door, thought Nafis.” He really didn’t know, but he had the feeling. “And she did seem to be rushing out the door while closing her purse. She probably doesn’t know she dropped it.”

He headed to the exit door, to catch the lady, and return her card—if it was really hers. He pushed the door to open it. It resisted, like the wind was pushing it back. It was a little breezy outside, so he gave the door a harder shove. It opened, but it wasn’t the breeze holding it. It was Botch Nemphal with one foot on the door trying to keep Nafis from running out.

“Quit it man. I am trying to catch that lady with the blue jacket that just left,” shouted Nafis.

Botch laughed and tried to push the door back, but Nafis’ last shove was too strong and it pushed him back. Outside Botch grinned. “I saw you. You found that debit card on the floor in there. Man we can use it places. They don’t check the name. You just swipe it at the register.”

“I can’t do that man,” replied Nafis, looking over Botch to see if he could still see the lady walking.
“Sure you can and if you can’t I can. So give up the card,” demanded Botch.

“Schreeeech!”  The  iPod alarm went off again.

Botch lunged forward towards Nafis and tried to take the card from him. He grabbed the pocket on Nafis’ coat where he stuck the card. He had him. But when he looked up, it wasn’t Nafis’ coat he had grabbed. It was Red Jake’s the drug dealer.

“What’s a matter with you crazy kid”, jeered Red Jake.  “You trying to take my stuff.”

“No Sir,” Botch was scared. “I’m sorry. I tripped. I was just talking to my friend.”

He was referring to Nafis who was nowhere around. It was as if he vanished into thin air.

“Yeah, you better watch it. I oughta...”

Red Jake pulled back his threat just as a cop walked by. So Jake just frowned again at Botch and moved on.

Nafis had vanished. When he looked, he was standing on Persimmer Street in front of a white sided house. He didn’t know how he got there. He was just trying to get away from Botch.

“Schreeeech!” the iPod alarm went off again. It was loud, but by now Nafis knew he was the only one who could hear it. The loud sound still went through his body like electricity (like the time he got shocked on the toaster).

While he got his thoughts together, a couple of people walked by. The third person stopped right where he was standing. She to turned to walk up the driveway of the white small house but stopped and asked. Nafis “Are you okay? Are you looking for somebody?”

Nafis eyes stretch wide, almost by themselves. His mouth dropped opened. It was the lady with the blue jacket, the one that was inside the store.  The one who Nafis thought dropped the debit card, he still had in his pocket.

“I think this is yours,” as he pulled the card out of his pocket. You dropped it at the store back there. “Is your name Sheila.”

He shoved the card to her, for her to take, but she hesitated.

“Yes, it is,” replied the lady, as she gulped some air, paused and grabbed her packet book up into her arms. She opened it and rumbled through it. When she couldn’t find it, she was convinced that this boy, she didn’t know had indeed returned it to her. She took the card from Nafis, who was holding it front of him waiting for the lady to take it.

Looking at the card close to her eyes, to double check that it was hers, she  replied and asked. “Thank you. What’s you name?”

“Nafis”

“But how did you know where I live. My address is not on my card.”

Nafis shrugged his head and stared up at the lady. “I don’t know.”

Persimmer Street was ten blocks away from the McNeely’s store where the two were just at.  Sheila White called Nafis’ parents on her cell phone to let them know their son was at her house. No one answered.

“Let me try again, said Sheila, looking at her phone and then back at Nafis. “Was that the right number?”

Nafis gave it to her again. Still there was no answer.

“Schreeeech!” Nafis’ iPod went off again. Just as the sound started to leave his ears there was an explosion. The small white house where Sheila White lived burst into flames.
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