"Welcome to Sydney City" the sign reads. The bus hits a pothole causing me to bite my tongue. " ouch!" I cry, great this place is already causing me pain.
A few minutes later the bus comes to a stop. I am officially a prisoner. All I can see is green. The sun is feasting on my fragile skin.
Why do people come on vacation here, I mean I'm here as a prisoner but the people on the bus are here on holiday. But then again they are old people.
The next bus drops me off in a residential area. There he is. Tall, deep tan with short blonde hair and a handsome face. If it wasn't for the lines occupying his face you'd swear he was still in his youth. John Van Dae everyone. My warden.
"Hey kiddo" he moves in for a hug, I try to dodge it but he catches me so I stand still instead and eventually he lets go.
"Hi" I reply.
"Is that how you greet your father?"
I have a lot of things I'd like to greet him with but I should not say these things out loud. So i ask him where the car is instead.
He points to a white Volvo XC40 and I walk towards it. It smells like a females harmonious fruity fragrance associated with baby lotion. Just the smell of the car screams family, I hate it.
We drive for 15 minutes before we park in a drive way paved with light grey stones. The garage door is elm brown. It's a double garage next to a wide glass door. The house is white. It's modern but classic. Nothing is out of place. They have green grass snd bright flowers. My dad walks around to open my door but by the times he gets there I'm already out with all my bags in hand ready to go to war.
The house emits a warm golden glow, it makes me sleepy like I'm at home, but this isn't my home.
A woman with light brunette hair walks down the curved stairs. She is wearing a blood red semi-formal dress. It hugs her body perfectly. Shes got light curves. Her face is soft, but she has defined cheek bones. Her eyebrows are dark brown and thick but shaped to the tea.
The step-devil.
"Hi you must be Zee-Anna"
She walks down the stairs and shakes my hand and of course her hands are soft and smooth.
I simply reply hi
We have an awkward moment, I don't know if she was expecting a compliment, she probably gets those a lot.
"Where is my room?" I ask.
She quietly goes up the stairs. She opens a door right down the hall.
The room is plain white. There is a queen sized bed with many pillows. Its very simple.
"Your more than welcome to decorate how ever you wish. This is your home now." she says
I simply nod my head.
I get in and close the door right in their faces. Soon after I hear them walk away. Finally I can breath.
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Walking Danger
WerewolfI'm no ordinary girl. I know who I am and I know where I'm going. That is until I don't know anything at all. Zee-Anna is a troubled girl. Her confidence is shaken when she meets Ace. Will her past consume her. Will she let Ace help her and will she...
