┏━━°❀•°✮°•❀°━━┓
            Present-day
┗━━°❀•°✮°•❀°━━┛

(y/n) Second POV:

You hummed along to the beat of the song, your arm tugging onto the metal handle, hauling the wagon filled with items. Your other hand shoved into your hoddie pocket as you made your way to the schoolyard.

Your face wore its normal neutral expression, your black backpack strapped onto your back, you're torn-up shoes leaving muddy tracks on the pavement as you padded on the sidewalk.

Your jeans were torn but they weren't that way when you first got them, strings of white stuck out in the tears. The headphones played the static-like music from the old walkman that was tucked away in the jacket pocket.

The old rusted red wagon's creaky wheels shifted and swirled with every bump in the pavement. Your short slightly matted hair bounced with every step, you found yourself in front of the wired fence, you pulled the wagon off the sidewalk and pushed your way through bushes and trees until you came to your destination.

You let go of the rusted metal handle of the wagon and made your way to the fence, you looked down to find part of it curling up, you gripped onto the wire with your fingers weaving around the strips of metal, you pulled and tugged the fence up until there was an entrance big enough to bring the wagon through.

You padded away from the wall, leaves crunching under the outsole of your shoes. You grabbed the wagon and rolled it over to the hole that you created. You shoved the wheelbarrow through the fence and onto the black pavement. You looked up at the kids that were outside in the schoolyard.

Not many of them are here today.

You thought to yourself as you finished pushing it onto the courtyard. You then backed up and looked up at the wall of wire. You let out a small huff of air through your nose and reached up to your ears, you slipped your headphones off and clicked your walkmen off. You rolled up the wire around the headphones and then stuffed it into your hoodie pocket.

You looked at the fence and walked towards it, you lifted your leg and stuck it through a hole, you then hopped up slightly and snatched your hand onto the wall. You then started to haul yourself up and jump the fence. You swung your leg over when you made it to the top and started to make your way down before jumping off and landing on the ground.

You brushed yourself off and grabbed your wagon, you gripped the handle and looked over to the group of high schoolers. You reached your fingers up to your mouth and blew onto them, making a loud whistle ring through the yard, the teen's head turned to the sound, and some of them started to form smirks as they started to make their way towards you.

"Hey, Ace! Got a new shipment for us?"

A tanish boy with blonde hair asked as he waved and smiled at you as he made his way towards you.

"Yes Travis, go on and see what you like"

You replied blankly, you didn't really like Travis, he was very bitchy and slightly homophobic but eh, business is business.

His eyes trailed down to the collection of junk and goodies in the wagon. There were old pipes and bottles, scrap that you found in the junkyard, there were also snacks from the gas station, those were your best sellers. You stood there lost in thought before snapping back to reality when Blondie had a box of Twinkies in his hand.

"How much"

"3.50"

Travis rolled his eyes slightly and grumbled as he reached into his pocket and brought out the dough. You took the money and shoved it into your hoodie pocket.

"Thanks."

You deadpanned, Travis mumbled something and waved you off as he walked away from the wagon, you roll your eyes in slight irritation. You reached behind your shoulder and zipped open your backpack, you dropped the money inside there and closed it back up.

You didn't notice the people looking at the wagon until a nerdy voice rang through your ears.

"How much for this?"

You looked down to see a curly orange-haired kid holding an armful of scrap metal.

"I would say 12 bucks"

"Fine with me"

The boy reached into his jeans and pulled out the cash, he handed it to you, and you graciously took it, you quickly shoved it into your pocket and looked over at the duo that was standing next to the redhead. You let out a small sigh and shook your head slightly.

"I don't know why you need all of these parts Todd but as long as I get the money I don't care what you do with it"

A snicker came from a tall boy with long brown hair, he had a brown mole on his left cheek, you blinked at him for a moment, and he looked down at you and let out a huff of air.

"Geez Arcade, never a dull moment with you huh?"

You rolled your eyes and shoved your hands into your hoddie pocket.

"Oh come on, leave them alone Lar"

Your eyes trailed over to a short person with blue hair that they wore in pigtails.

"Thanks, Sal"

A small smile briefly appeared on your face before falling back into its neutral expression.

"Anyways wanna buy anything today? You guys are my best customers"

The group stoner let out another laugh.

"Yeah I guess your right dude"

You glanced over at the tall brown-haired boy with bags under his eyes, matching your own. You nodded your head slightly and watched as Sally was skimming through the items.

"So did you ever get that old hag off your back?"

You rolled your eyes and let out a small 'tch'.

"No, That woman won't get off my ass, It's like she wants to make my life miserable, and she probably does, that homophobic piece of shit"

The group nodded in agreement, You watched as Sally was busy rummaging through the items in the wagon you leaned over to Larry with a hand covering your mouth from Sally.

"So what's the Travis situation looking like?"

You whispered over to Larry, and he leaned closer to you and whispered back.

"That little bitch actually punched Sal in the face the other day"

"I can hear y'all you know!"

You and Larry pulled away from each other and acted as if nothing happened, Sally rolled their eyes and grabbed a box of cookies and a screwdriver.

You looked down at the screwdriver with a confused look.

A screwdriver? Why a screwdriver?

You had a few more seconds of questioning and then shook your head and roll your eyes.

As long as I'm getting paid I don't care

"That'll be 6 bucks"

Sally nodded and reached into their pocket and brought out the money, you took it and shoved it into your hoodie pocket.

"Good doing Business with ya Sal"

"Yeah same here, It was good seeing you again"

You gave a small smirk down at the small person, and they gave a small wave and walked away. You stood on the schoolyard pavement that was spray painted to look like a basketball course with your worn-down sneakers. The grass had broken through the concrete and made its home in between the cracks. Gripping your hand onto the rusty old wagon, red paint peeling off of it the only memory of its former beauty before the years of abuse made its mark on the metal.

Watching kids smiling and hanging out with each other, they were groomed and had amicable washed attire, putting your unkempt matted hair and rived-filled hoodie to shame. Almost feeling out of place in your mind, you push it down and keep a straight head. Kids came and gone, coming to your small treasure of a wagon station. They took items in exchange for money, the time seeming to slip by as the day went on.

A resting feeling in your stomach made your mind feel heavy like a storm cloud that had made its bed on top of you. It seemed to happen constantly, you could never seem to stop it. The thought was like an old clock that played subtly in the hoard of noises.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

It was so quiet yet, it pierced through your brain. Never-ending, never at a beginning, it was just existing. That's when the silence was disturbed when a not-so-happy teacher was yelling at you to get off the premises.

"Oh shit!"

You breathed out as you gripped your wheelbarrow and wheeled it over to the chain-linked fence and pushed it through the hole.  The metal scraped off the red paint from the wagon.

You look back to see the cops already on your tail. Scrambling up the fence in a frenzy, scaling up the wall.

You jumped off the top and tumbled into the ground. You quickly scurried over to your wagon and made a break for it. You cross into the road and jog into the forest.  

You ran until you were almost out of breath, you leaned up against a pile of boulders and laid down.

"Geez, that was exciting"

You heaved out, laughing a bit while slipping off your hoodie. You loosened up your cold personality since you were alone.

You lay in the sun for a moment, basking in its warmth before you felt a strong breeze push past you.

You sit up to look around but see nothing, assuming it was just the wind you just walked over to your wagon to grab a snack.

You grab a granola bar and rip open the wrapper, you take a bite. You walked back towards the rocks and climbed on top.

You take the walkman and money out of the hoodie pocket, slide on your headphones, and play a cassette.

You recorded Cavetown on it so you could always listen to the music. You began to snack as you counted out the money you hustled today.

"40....45...50...51"

You sighed, folded up the bills, and placed them in their back pocket. You were about to take a bite out of a granola ball when you felt like somebody's eyes were watching you.

You look around for a moment before taking another bite out of the snack.  You then hear someone speak, well not speak more like a sneeze.

Somebody was watching you.

"Who's there!?"

You reached for a rock and threw it in the direction of a tree. Which seemed to startle something because it seemed to run away in a blink of an eye.

You got up from the rock and ran in that direction, you looked around and found nothing. Growling under your breath in frustration. You went to go back to your spot when you stepped on something.

You looked under your shoe to find an action figure, you knew that this could've been there already but you had a gut feeling that whatever just ran away was the owner.

It was probably a kid since the action figure was the flash. You reached down and picked up the toy, running your thumb over it and looking back around. You let out a sigh and walked back over to the rock, it was getting dark.

You set down the toy and began to gather your things. You were about to roll out before you thought about the kid again, you let out a sigh and left a few granola bars next to the toy on the boulder.

Even if they didn't come back, you felt compelled to leave it for some reason. You were wondering if you should crash in the barn tonight or with crazy Carl.

Despite what everyone else thought he was a very nice man that always lent you a helping hand if needed.

You then walk away into the forest at night, with your creaky old wagon of trinkets.