A soft sigh escaped my parted lips as I pulled my hair into a small bun atop my head. It was almost sad to see it so small compared to what it had been before I'd cut my hair down and buzzed the sides, but in a way, it was also refreshing. Afterall, this was a new start to a new me. A me that I have literally always wanted to be.
I pause, checking to be sure no loose hair is going to be discovered later and bring me discomfort. Luckily, all seems fine, so I put in my two sets of earrings and call it a finished look.
Honestly, a small part of me was saying to put on makeup and hide behind a pretty face, but I couldn't do that. Not with the fear of judgment and the shame that would come with it. Besides, what if I messed it up and didn't have time to fix it before work?
This was my first day afterall. And while my job wasn't big by most people's standards, it was a big thing for me. Leaving the house is honestly so hard for me these days, so the fact that I had made it out the door to an interview, actually spoke to people both in person and on the phone was such a big deal that I couldn't just throw it away by screwing up and showing up late on my first day.
Pulling on a plain, baggy black t-shirt, I sorted through my laundry pile for pants. I've never liked pants a day in my life, but hey, can't exactly leave the house without them if I don't want to be assaulted or charged with public indecency.
Once I find a pair that doesn't look like it's going to make me want to die within the first five minutes of having them on, I put them on and smooth everything out. Obviously, it's not a very appealing outfit, but it's comfortable and it's functional and that is all I need.
Once I'd gotten my phone, my wallet, and my bus pass, I headed out the door. And yes, I did have to come back up my apartment building stairs three times to check that the door was locked even though I knew deep down that it was.
After that mess, I headed down the familiar street, shooting a wave to the funny-looking orange haired guy across the street. I've seen him a million times but never conversed with him. Honestly, I don't know whether to be creeped out by him or just wonder if he's just a little different from most people.
It isn't until I reach the bus stop that I finally realized that something was off. I couldn't tell what it was though. Everything was just so quiet and empty compared to how it normally was. Most of the time, that particular stop would be bustling with people in need of transportation- especially at this time when people needed to meet their morning commutes.
But hey, maybe it'd be nice to ride alone for a change?
That didn't seem to be the off thing though.
Perhaps it was just my jitters eating away at my gut? Or maybe I had good reason to feel unsettled..
What if someone was following me?
Oh well, it was probably nothing.
I'm losing it.
A light breeze blew by, bringing with it a gasp of fallen leaves and.... feathers? Birds aren't really a very common thing around this area, but okay. I wasn't about to question it.
But I totally should have questioned it, because the next thing I knew I was face down on the ground with a wild blond on top of me.
