Strange was so happy to stretch her strangely long legs after spending hours on a plane. She got so used to living in the spacious, beautiful Toronto. Now that she arrived to Knives, Manitoba, she couldn't believe how small everything felt. The physical space, the energy, her life and future. Strange held herself from crying the whole flight, so nobody would look at her weird, but now she ran to the nearest washrooms and bawled her eyes out. She didn't want to be here! Anywhere but here. Anywhere but in this small, suffocating place she was born, with her horrid father Greg.
"Come on, Strange, get it together," she whispered to herself as she wiped her eyes. "You don't have anywhere else to go," Strange clenched her teeth. So she stood up with head held high and walked onto the parking lot to find her father's car. All she remembered of him, was that his breath smelled of onions. But maybe he changed, she hoped. She heard he made some money becoming a writer. But with her luck, he must've spent it all on NFTs or something such by now.
"Hey, Weird!" Strange heard a familiar voice and all her muscles tensed up. When she turned around, her eyes met the begruged sight.
"It's Strange, Greg." She gave up on calling him 'dad' a long time ago.
"Is that all you got, Strange?" he prolonged her name, pointing to her simple backpack.
"That's all the fire left me," she scoffed and threw the backpack in the backseat. She wished that the fire left her mom instead.
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Strange Love (Strange Aeons fanfiction)
FanfictionAfter Strange moves to the rainy town Knives in Manitoba, mysterious things start to happen. Perhaps it's the gloomy weather. Or perhaps it's the unusually pale girl with bright red hair who smells like coffee, watching Strange from across the cafet...
