Waiting for love, Naji Kadri [graded readers .txt] 📗

It was midnight, very dark and silent night, at the corner in the city, buildings blocking the view of the sky, shadows covering the city. Near the dumpster was Stan or as he was called ‘the lone boy’. Standing with his gangsters he makes the move. He ran towards a grocery store broke the window shield, and then get in the store. The store was very small, but it contains all what could you desire from hotdogs, to candies, from gum, to ice-cream. In front of him the cash register and on his left was the food and on the right was the fire extinguisher. He continued towards the cash register, took some money and got back with okay amount of cash. “Fifty dollars, not bad for an amateur” said the leader of the gangster, “Tony, Harry, Walter and you Stan will have to share this money, but first I’ll take twenty dollars then solve it yourself.” George the leader gave the left money to Stan. Stan wanted to divide the money fair and square, so he gave each one seven dollars and fifty cents.

After the members of the gangster got their money, they disappeared through the shadows letting Stan alone. Complete silence had come upon the city, so Stan went to his friend’s house for a sleep. Stan knocked the door three times and there was no answer. He tried again and knocked four times and stills no answer. “Andrew, open the door,” said Stan, “It’s midnight and I need a sleep it is not a time for joking, so please open that damn door.” He waited for like half an hour but he didn’t open the door. His eyes were closing and closing and closing until he fell asleep near the door. The next morning he woke up, finding himself on the ground. “I’m going to kill you Andrew!” then the gang came, and George was smiling mockingly to Stan, “so Stan, I heard last night that your little friend Andrew had been caught by the cops and jailed for like six years.” Stan was astonished, so he left the gang and went to the police station. Being a criminal gangster, he couldn’t enter the police station or he will get caught, so as a pro criminal he sneaks into the police station, passing the guards and getting the key to the jail cells.

The Jail was huge with five hundred jail cells and in every jail cell lives maximum of three criminals. He started to search for his friend Andrew and then he found him. “Andrew! What the heck have you done to get in jail?” said Stan. Andrew was looking ashamed and disappointed, “Well, I was seen by cops when I stole some properties from a rich family who were having a burglar alarm. Then the police found my house and returned every item into its owner, more over they took my cigarettes man! But luckily the cops didn’t know about my second house and I have the key, and I know you’re an orphan so I don’t want you to sleep on the street. Here, take this key and live in this house until I get out, ok?” “Ok, and don’t worry I’ll find a way to let you out but now it’s hard to do it wide in the morning, so see you soon my good friend”. Stan left the police station, holding the key in his hands, wishing that Andrew never get out of jail. The big problem that he was facing that his gangster would know about the house.

As he was walking home, his phone rang, “hello” “Hi, are you Stan Duncan?” “Yes, but why are you asking this question?” “I’m asking this because we found your real biological parents.” “Don’t lie to me, I’m have lots of stuff to deal with” then Stan hang up the phone. He wouldn’t believe the crap the unknown man talking about. He knows that his parents died long time ago when he was four years old. It’s been ten years without his parents, he don’t even know how do they look like. After a day full of crime, he got back home and relaxed. As his eye’s was getting to close the phone rang. Stan got furious so much, “what the part of hanging the phone on your face you don’t understand?” “Well, I’m telling you it is very important information, also I know their exact location” “Damn you and your information, stop saying these craps!”

Days passed, and Stan is still thinking why the strange guy knows about his real parents, but all his thoughts has scattered when the gangster broke into his house. George was feeling angry, “Get out of here! This is Andrew’s house not yours, and then as a member of the gang and me leader of gang, I saw we should share this house or we’ll shall knock you out.” “No, this is my own property now, leave me alone.” George didn’t care for his talk and he commanded the gang to beat him. Stan tried to defend himself against himself but they were too many for the poor fourteen years old boy. Beaten by baseball bats and dragged into the dumpster, the young boy woke up injured. Now the gang left him, took the house, and knows he’s just homeless and broken boy.

Sitting sadly on the ground, he saw a hobo near him. He was curious to ask him why he is approaching him, then so he did, “Hey, who are you?” the hobo looked down, thought a little remembering his miserable life, and feeling the continuous pain, “I’m just a poor hobo, my family was a very poor, and then when I was eighteen they left the world, and from then I was broken, unaware of the difficulties of life as being responsible for myself. Now I’m eighty years old and nothing much had changed since my parent’s death. Sorry young man, introduce yourself to me, so how did you ended up here?” “Well, my name is Stan by the way. I was living as regular kid until at age of four my parents were murdered, so the (Orphans’ house) took care of me until I then got ten. In this time I escaped the house and ran on the streets. I wanted money and to live freely so I started to steal some stuff and food until I got twelve, where I joined the gang with a big dream of becoming a pro criminal.” “But why you escaped to be a criminal?” “To tell the truth, in that house I saw other orphans, played with them, have good time with them, but the one thing I wasn’t getting is love. I wanted parents to love and take care of me, but when I didn’t found any replacement, I was letting out my anger by crime.” “Oh my little boy, you’ll find the love that you were always dreaming of, you just need faith.” “To also tell you, there is a strange man on the phone called me twice to tell me that my real parents are alive and he knows where they are” “So what are you waiting for? Call him back to lead you to your parents, if you have hope, you can add this to your hopes.” “Maybe you’re right! I shall call him, thanks you hobo, you are very helpful, and I will never forget you.”

So Stan called the man, and told him that he wants to know where is his biological parents are. He went to the location the strange man said to found that there is no one is there and it’s all been a trick. As he was leaving the house, a knife was near his neck. “You foul! I can’t believe that you believed this” said the strange man. Luckily Stan knows some Street fight, so he fought the man and knocked him down. Feeling afraid he ran towards a math club. “Welcome to the free math club! Would you like to join?” said a nice madam. Stan accepted her offer to hide from the man. After spending time learning math, he actually liked it. Every day he started to go to the math club, learning much and feeling better. Two weeks later, his club mates and the teacher started to see his great ability in math. One day, the teacher took Stan near and said, “Stan, you have an amazing ability in mathematics, so why don’t you join the math championship?” Stan accepted her offer, and started to practice math until he finally won the cup. Stan felt that he finally worth something, and that he is a better person. The prize was very valuable to Stan. The prize is one thousand dollars and more he could get in the accounting institute and get a degree.

All had changed since he made the right decision. He learned in the institute for four years (he’s 18 now) and got an excellent level degree and more he stopped from the criminal world, and all his crimes were forgotten. He needed to work to earn his living and to rent a house. He got bored from sleeping on the street all that time. He held the degree in his hand and went to every company need an accountant, but no one would accept him. They accept him at first but when they get more info about him and know that he was a pro criminal they reject him. After lots of tries, he went to a huge company building with fifty floor and two hundred rooms; hopefully they need lots of accountants. Stan asked the secretor to meet the boss. She phoned the boss and for Stan’s luck he was free to talk. Stan got inside and waiting to the boss to come. The boss came and welcomed him. “Look sir, I really need a job as an accountant, so if you have any job suitable for my abilities please tell me” Said Stan nervously. The boss looked at Stan and thought for a while but then he spoke, “I know you, you once cracked into a grocery store and stole some money from the cash register. I was going to call the cops but I was very busy in my works. Well how you expect me to give you a job?” “Sir, I promise you I have changed. I went to a math club and then I went to an institute and