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𝗈𝗇𝖾 - 𝗈𝖽𝖽!
Pop.
The sound of Spencer's gum echoes through the quiet bus. No one looked up except for an elderly man in front of her. The young woman grins and leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees.
"Ya think we're almost there?" Spencer quirked an eyebrow as she asked the man. His eyes dart towards her and his nose shrivels up. He shrugs and turns back towards the front of the bus. "Ah! Come on! What's wrong with me?" Spencer groans out and shakes the man's knee.
This action causes him to jolt and stare at her with wide eyes. Spencer grins once more and leans back, "Listen here, young lady. I don't want anything to do with your kind," The man stutters out in a condescending tone.
Spencer puffs her lips out into a pout, "My kind?" she makes her lip quiver. Spencer breaks out laughing and slaps her knee.
"Yes! You're kind; tattoos, colored hair, and no respect!" The elderly man shouts out and Spencer breaks out into laughter again. He rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath.
A few minutes pass and the bus comes to a halt, "Hawkins!" The bus driver calls out. People begin flooding out and Spencer grabs her duffel bag. She walks off the bus and sets her bag down on the ground.
Reaching into her back pocket, Spencer takes out her bright led lipstick and applies it blindly to her lips. She closes the cap and rubs her lips together. Spencer grins and grabs the bag from the ground, as she does so the old man from before steps out of the bus behind her.
Spencer grabs the man's face and plants a bright red kiss to his cheek. He begins shouting about calling the police and gathering a restraining order. Spencer blows him another kiss before sauntering off, duffle bag thrown over her shoulder.
As she walked, people would stop and stare at the young woman. She had learned not to care. Her whole aura was loud. Or so she had been told, honestly, Spencer just couldn't see it.
She slowed down when a young girl with wild curly hair ran in front of her. The two knocked into one another and fell to the ground. Spencer let out a groan, "Hey, what gives, kid?" she said and dusted off her legs.
Spencer looked at the girl who was staring at her frozen with wide eyes, "Kid, are you okay?" the blond asked. The younger girl's eyes seemed to widen again in recognition as she jumped up and bolted.
Odd, but certainly not the strangest thing Spencer had witnessed in her years since the raid. The young girl had an intensity in her eyes that Spencer had only ever seen in herself. Though, that little curly haired girl seemed so familiar.
Spencer raised an eyebrow at the young girl's retreating figure, but shrugged off her thoughts and hopped to her feet. "Ah, I'm gonna be feeling that one for a while," Spencer groaned out and dusted off her butt.
She picked up her bag and starts walking once more. Spencer began walking in the direction the girl had come from, the girls familiarity bothered her more than she'd like to admit. She soon came across a middle school where some kids stood outside shouting at a boy. An older woman took the boy in her arms and hugged him.
The scene caused Spencer to stop and look on with interest. A boy with curly hair looked up at spotted Spencer, he nudged the dark skinned boy beside him and the two looked up at her. She waved animatedly at them, but didn't wait for one to be returned and continued on.
Spencer walked past a high school and through more neighborhoods, until she came across a park. Halloween had just passed so the air was crisp, though the shorts she had worn that day begged to differ. She came across a bench and Spencer sat her bag down before collapsing next to it.
The young woman let out a huff as she opened her duffle bag. A couples knives, a hammer, and some clothes were strewn in the bag. Spencer took out a long blue trench coat and draped it over her legs.
Spencer opened her duffle bags smaller pocket and pulled out her packet of cigarettes along with a lighter. Slipping one out of the pack and placing it in between her lips. She lit the end and took a long drag.
Spencer sat there for a while until her cigarette burnt her finger tips, she threw it on the ground and stomped it under her foot.
Groaning, Spencer stretched her arms above her head. One of her pigtails had fallen down at some point and she had lost the hair tie.
Spencer looked through her duffle bag and groaned when she turned up empty handed. She looked down at her pantyhose and with a shrug, she ripped off a strand of the material. Tying the makeshift hair tie into a low pigtail, matching the one on the other side of her head.
She rubbed her eyes causing her eyeshadow and mascara to smear. Spencer laid her head on her duffle bag and brought her trench coat to her shoulders. Snuggling into it, she grinned at the warmth.
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