I would love some feedback from some part of my story the twisted flopped frappuccino

“No problem” he said.

I started walking to my house when i realized the man was still standing there like he wanted something from me.

I quickly turned around and said “Do you need anything?”

“What is your name?” the man said.

“Call me Sky, it is not my real name, but maybe when I have your trust, I will tell you”.

He nodded at me, turned around and left.

Once I got dressed and had my breakfast, I started thinking about his name.

“Joe, Mike, burglar?” I said awkwardly.

“No, no, no.”

Maybe when I see him next time, I will ask him” I suggested.

“Until then his name shall be Black Bird” I said.

I started washing the dishes when I saw the Frappuccino.

“Oh, I forgot all about that thing I guess I will drink it before it will spoil”.

I put my slim lips on the plastic and suck some Frappuccino into my mouth. At first it tasted sour and some little sparkle that lit from my mouth to my whole body. I felt like I could fly, but I was missing one wing. I never knew one small sip of a Frappuccino would change my life. The last wing was something special and I knew it.

It had been days and my parents never came home. For some reason I never felt a feeling that I should call the police, I just stayed home by myself and Julie like nothing ever happened.

I opened my fridge; I look inside there is no food except some left-over spaghetti.

“Why do you have to bail on me now. Come on I am starving, why didn’t people make a refrigerator that makes its own food” I said impatiently expecting the fridge to make food.

After I realized the refrigerator wouldn’t do anything, I closed the fridge and went to my friend's house.

“Ding! Dong! Ding!” the doorbell rang.

“Good morning” Olivia said.

“Morning” I replied.

“You think I could stay over at your house today” I said with the best puppy eyes I could make.

“Why, you run out of food?” she said.

“Yes, I did, my parents aren't home and I'm lazy”.

“Ok, come on in” she said.

She knows me too well I thought. We had lunch and played Among Us after. We decided to go out and swing in the playground. Not remembering Black Bird could be outside and sitting there for me to arrive, or maybe just the black bag.

“I call the first swing” I called running.

“N-not fair” Oliva said painting.

“Eh maybe next time” I said.

“Maybe” she said.

We talked and swung, laughed and played. Forgetting our age, leaving all the rules behind our back. It was the first time I didn’t have to be watched by my parents making sure I act mannered and act like a lady. We were all fine until I saw the same black bag.

“What's wrong” Olivia asked.

“N-nothing” I said shaking.

“Are you cold should we go back home”.

I didn’t us to stop having fun we don’t hang out often since we got older. The black was starring right into my eyes.

“Yes I-I think we should. Yes, we should go inside” I said still looking at the bag.

We walked back inside, I was feeling bad so I slept on the sofa holding Olivia’s hand tighter and tighter by the minute, like it was the last time I would ever see her. I cried, spilling everything, all my thoughts, all my love, like my life was over. I knew there was someone out there that was waiting for me to be in their life, to finish their journey.