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It can't be that challenging right? I mean there's the gas and break...I wasn't sure which was which, but I guess I would find out. I pressed my foot onto one of the petals and felt myself jerk forwards. That must have been the gas. I coughed and got my breath back. Readjusting my seat belt, I then pressed a little easier. The car slid forward and I turned the wheel. I was on the road and thanked that it was early so there weren't many cars.
The thought of being squeezed between different size vehicles with different drivers scared me. Especially when I didn't have driving experience. The wheel was getting damp under my sweaty grip and I tried to get myself to relax when I realised how tense I was. Letting out a slow breath I allowed my muscles to relax, but I stayed alert.
The car was new and smooth and I kept thinking how kind it was of my uncle to just give me something so expensive. Everything always seemed expensive, but I never questioned where the money came from. I think I was just to afraid of the answer.
Now I was getting the hang of driving and I thought I seemed like an experienced driver. I had also been provided a fake licence. Apparently everything was thought of besides me actually driving. Oh how I loved my Auntie. The road was smooth and newly paved in our high end neighborhood. I tried to focus on the road and not what I was leaving behind right now but I wasn't fully succeeding.
Mostly I was worried about Violet. I already missed her. I prayed she would get along fine without me and my fingers laced around the necklace she gave me. Signs were coming into view for the small boutiques in town. I ignored them all until I saw a smaller sign with more simplicity to it that read Move Like You. Pulling next the curb outside the store I was grateful I hadn't needed to parallel park.
Composing myself, I stepped out of the car and locked the doors. The store's sidewalk was partially covered by the shade of the building and I felt the shadows pulling me towards them. I told myself I only went to them because I was going into the store, but I knew I would have anyway.
Stepping across the sidewalk and opening the glass door, a small bell rang. I was attacked by the smell of cherries and then the scent slowly became more bearable. People have always told me I smelled like cherries, but I knew it wasn't to this extent. I thought it was weird to smell like anything but dust in our house, but I never refused the compliment.
I was in the store for about 45 seconds before someone immediately greeted me.
"Can I help you find something?" A women asked me. Even I knew that she was way to cheery for this early in the morning, but I was so ecstatic I didn't care. Her hair was tightly curled and bounced off her shoulders. It was so blond the light seemed to reflect off of it.
"I need a dress for a party tonight." I practically glowed in enthusiasm.
"Did you have anything in mind?" The women was already motioning me to follow her to the back area of the store. Dresses were displayed on stands that were molded to perfection. Blacks, whites, greens, pinks, oranges, there were so many colors. Still no dresses were popping out to me.
"Not really..." I was glancing around disappointingly.
"Well you look about my size, and I'm a 3. Does that sound like the right fit for you?" This women had barely looked at me since we met and still she knew my size. I guess this place was the place for her. That's when the women pulled out a red dress.
Before I could say a word, she was ushering me into the dressing room and I was trying it on. I slipped into it and the fabric felt like it was my own skin. It let my body breath with it and instantly loved it, but something wasn't quite right. The dress was short and snug on my butt, the top fitting perfectly and sliding down my curves. It was amazing, except for the red.
Stepping out of the dressing room the women squealed. "It looks fabulous!"
"Thank you, but...does it come in black?" The lady only smiled and nodded at my question. The dress was rung up and in my possession at an incredible speed. Then I asked about shoes. This made the ladies day, I could tell by how her face lit up.
"This dress would go great with this one pair of shoes that just came in! I'll be right back!" The women hurried behind a wall and left me there alone, until another customer came in.
There was a tall man, his hair black and a moderate length. He walked in long stride but slowly into the store. I had never seen him before, but something about him seemed familiar to me. He continued to walk closer to me, stopping a few feet away. We stood there staring at each other, until the women came out with my shoes. I turned to meet her and glanced over my shoulder when she acted like I was alone.
I saw that the place where the man had once stood was empty. Why would someone walk into a store and leave so quickly? Without a wave or any interest shown in buying something, he was gone.
The women carried a sturdy looking silver box. Looking to the box, I noticed her name tag said Crissy. She set the box on the glass counter and opened the cover. Inside were two high heels. The black style was laced with gold and created an amazing contrast. They were perfect for my little black dress.
"Try these on. They're sevens." Crissy again guessed the correct size, when I didn't even know my own shoe size.
"They're perfect. How are you so good at sizing?" I knew I must look astonished, but secretly a small part of me was.
"Lucky guesser." With a wink they were rung up and bagged just as the dress had been. "Come again. It's Crissy by the way." She called while I was leaving.
I was about to say Raven, but I stopped myself. "Scarlett."
I left the store and noticed how much higher the sun had rose. Checking my phone I realised I had been in the store for hours. Getting into my car I started to nervously drive, crowded by other cars.
I saw a dirt parking lot over looking a bay. I didn't know we had a bay in town. Pulling up to where the grass started to form a small park, I turned the engine off. It was summer time and I let the air conditioner blow throughout the car. Now that it was after lunch, the temperature was noticeably higher.
I was starting to relax, looking over the calm water. Still I felt like someone was staring at me, I wanted to assume I was being paranoid but I had seem it in to many movies. There's no way it's paranoia. My eyes scanned the trees along the edge of the grass, but I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
You won't find me. The voice echoed through my head and I struggled to remember where I had heard it before. The deep rumble toyed with me and I twisted my tongue to reply the words.
I used to hear the voice all the time, whenever something important was happening. I would have an important mark in my life and this voice would check in on me. My uncle said it's the soulless one, trying to keep an eye on us. He makes sure we don't know to much, don't go to far from where he thinks we should be. I smirked now, knowing that I was getting somewhere. Or at least I would be very soon.
He was afraid I would be searching for him, to know what it is I am. I hadn't thought I would need him, I could gather other's information. Now I began thinking maybe there was a way to lift the curse. Maybe that's why he was trynig to keep us in the dark...more specificlly, out of it.
I won't need to look. I voiced back, for the first time. I hadn't even known I would do it, but I did. The mind is an amazing thing. Everything went silent and it scared me a little, but maybe Uncle Gaven had been wrong. So wrong, because I was know imagining how great a threat I could be.
Who I became was my choice, not only as Scarlett, but as myself. I grabbed my alias card and began reviewing it once again. I wouldn't be Raven Marksman for quiet a while, but who really was she in the first place?
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