Ally Harrington, the adoptive little sister of the famous Steve Harrington, wasn't anything like her brother.
Other than the small tattoo on her wrist that she'd somehow managed to hide since the day she was adopted, unlike Steve, Ally was not at al...
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The bus ride didn't suck. Maybe that was only because Ally got to nap for most of it, and the rest she spent sitting quietly, listening to whatever music was on the mixtape she had with her.
Actually, Ally was starting to suspect that her old Walkman was busted because every time the song Heroes by David Bowie - her new favourite song, might I add - had ended, the tape would somehow rewind itself, going right back to the start of the song. It was... strange to say the least but, to be fair, stranger things had happened to the Harrington girl. And at the moment, a broken Walkman or messed up tape wasn't very high on her list of problems to prioritise.
Upon arrival in Chicago, Illinois, Ally pulled off her headphones, shoving them into her bag with her Walkman before she woke El up.
Together, the girls braved the city's streets, striding along the concrete pavements with their arms linked. This was the first time either of them had left Indiana and it felt like they'd stepped into a whole other world. Even the air around them was different. It buzzed with electricity, humming along to the same tune as the city's bustling night life.
Even as they ducked their heads to shield their faces from the eyes of the authorities, the sparkle in their eyes never once dulled - an inevitable result of the thrill of adventure that pumped through their veins. The way they looked up at those impossibly tall skyscrapers with such fascination in their eyes... anyone could tell that they weren't from around these parts. Their demeanours were simply too filled with effervescence for them to be from any sort of city; for it was the dark alleys and dead-end-job mindsets of cities like these that just loved to lure in and crush the high spirits of such fine young people like them.
A man knocked into them, his shoulder roughly slamming against El's side.
"Watch it kid,"
The girls looked back at the grumpy man and glared.
"Mouth breather," they both muttered simultaneously.
They shared a look, both having heard the other, and burst out into fits of giggles before they continued through the city with an unwavering spring in their steps. See, these girls weren't like the others in the city, the purity and fervour of their characters were simply too well-engraved into them for the harshness of city life to crush so easily.
They crossed the roads, striding purposefully down the long roads and sharp turns - stopping at a vendor's cart once to grab some food on their way and impersonating the stuck up pedestrians they passed by.
Truth be told, the girls were operating on pure instinct at the moment. They had no real sense of direction, no idea of where they were going or what they were looking for. But they didn't really need it. For they had something far more reliable than any conventional means of navigation. And together, they could follow that strong tugging in their guts that was drawing them closer and closer to something - or perhaps someone - else like themselves.
