Alright so here's the real story. It's short but I promise the next one will be longer.
Here we have Alley 1, Alley 2, and Alley 3 up to Alley 10. An Alley had many meanings. In my world, each Alley is an area that has a different environment than the other Alleys. For instance, Alley 6 contains buildings, numerous crowds, and a busy traffic that constantly goes on every afternoon, while Alley 2 is a garbage area nobody ever visits, or you could say it's more abandoned. Another meaning for Alley in literature is a long lane behind the buildings.
I hum a song while grabbing doughnuts and putting it into a plastic container. It was particularly my turn to buy doughnuts. It was a one rule the Undercover Spies have to follow: each member must buy doughnuts in the weekends. Doughnuts are our main thing. It was Lenn's idea to eat doughnuts in the crew's hideout. Since Hopper had awesome baking skills, she taught all of us how to make doughnuts. Lenn's the fortunate one. Due to the fact of her poverty, she had to bake doughnuts once every few months. When the doughnuts arrived, Lenn would polish her whole plate, and secretly steal one from another's. Believe me, our behavior are identical, it was I the first one who noticed then Hopper and finally Banana. If you were in my position, you rather felt duped. It was Lenn's idea to bring out doughnuts, and she's the one without money!
I wrapped the container, and washed my hands after I was finished. The lavender soap made the kitchen smelled sweet. The cars honked each other. A crowd of murmurs swept by me, and the bustling street went crazy in the atmosphere. I heard the angry cries and saw the shaking fists out of the honking cars when the street light flashed into red. I tightened my grasp on the doughnuts away from the children's hands. Buildings as high as sky scrapers hurled shadows that could cover four, huge crowds. After traveling the whole city, I reached to the place "Alleys". Nine black tunnels lined horizontally on the tawny-brown wall. There weren't a whole lot of people here. I wonder why. I went under the tunnel with a board above that read "Alley 2". I opened my eyes, and met the familiar, smelly area from yesterday. Few minutes later, I was there in the hideout.
"Hello?" I called out. I stood still, only to met the deafening silence. I settled the doughnuts one of the wooden boxes, and sat down on my usual seat. My vision grasped the area more closely than usual. My eyes met a white figure from the end of the corner. It was sitting on Banana's sit. A letter? I grabbed it, wondering what would it say.
A/N: That's it for now. Until next time. -Gabrielle Nguyen