The day started with some chocolate chip pancakes and some orange juice. In the small kitchen apartment, Anna climbed up the tall chair to reach her breakfast her mother had left on the island. Her syrup coated hands smeared the sticky substance over a bunch of papers her mother referred to as "bills."
With chocolate smeared across her face, Anna ran to her room to retrieve her chalk for her day's plans. After a presentation on public service at school, Anna decided she would do some public services of her own and add some add some color to the walkways of Pointe Place.
Her mother had gone to work and left Anna alone because couldn't afford for childcare while Anna's school was on fall break. Instead she had a list of rules she made Anna memorize while writing her name and cellphone number in thick sharpie up and down Anna's arm. The situation was not ideal, but it was the best they could do with what they had.
Taking her chalk, Anna left the apartment making sure to lock the door behind her. She placed the key on her lanyard and roped it around her neck. Little Anna rode down the elevator, humming her favorite Disney songs, and using the chalk bucket as her dance partner. She waltzed out the elevator doors and into the lobby, waving to Mr. George and Coco as she glided by.
Anna made her way to the parking deck, where she viewed the lot as her blank canvas. She was slightly disappointed to see that their were a fair amount of cars parked in the lot, and there wasn't as much empty room as she had hoped for. Anna made her way through the lot, drawing rainbows and flowers in-between the parked cars. She noticed her neighbor Mr. Evans sitting in his car. She always liked him because he called her Ms. Evita, making her feel older.
She carried her chalk over to him and it appeared to her he was sleeping. He looked a little pale, and his head was tilted back against the seat. Not wanting to disturb him, Anna walked back through the lobby and rode the elevator back into her apartment.
