the girl from another world

the bus station. ( 1 )

It was Eleven in the morning when, Maria waited for the bus for almost thirty minutes whining like a seven old years child. Finally she spotted the bus from not far distance coming as people that had been sitting got up to rush in to it. She wiped her sweaty  forehead with her hair cover that was dangling on her shoulder. As she finally found a seat on the crowded bus that occupied  mostly  by men. She sighed in relief feeling the sweetness under her clothes drying off  by the air conditioner that the bus provided. When the bus pulled off on her spot she immediately got up for not crowded, with impatient men at the door that she would definitely wouldn't be seen among them due to her small size.

Out of the bus,  to walk a way she came eyes to eyes to a face she used to see often when she gets back late from her parties or somewhere else in that hours in the morning. She gave the girl small hesitated smile that she didn't expect to had a big friendly one in return as she let her walked past her in the bus she had just stepped out from.

Back in her home she wished her mother was sleeping so she didn't have to see that look which always says( where have you been ? ) And also she knew she wouldn't ask her that because of the whatever that her mother had decided to gave her sometimes. Was it kind of freedom maybe?, Because she no longer asks her where she would head go, or been but just giving her that talkative looks which she always pretend not to see, or even didn't see it if she was being so honest with herself, because she was fed up with her mother mood.

Lucky for her she was sleeping or pretend to be sleeping as she usually does to see what time she gets back from wherever she had been, and since it's weekdays her sisters were at school at that time. She made her way through the darkness to their room, and closed the door behind her with the feeling of any time her mother would burst in, and damaged where  had been as she was eleven girl, not twenty five one. 

Always a cool morning shower after her long outing helps her body, and mood relax specially if she wes dance- crazy at the party. Making sure the door was locked she walked up to her closest to slip in some comfy pajama, and when she did she stood in front of the dressing mirror to braid her hair. She looked at her reflection in the not that big mirror.

She had that small type of body size that always make people think she was under her age. The only thing that was big on her body was her perfect round breasts that popping out of her body more than her butt. She didn't have that big one . It was neither big, or small. Her highness was normal same with her size, but was bit thin as usual because of what she was mentally getting through. She tilted her head above her other shoulder to do the another side of her hair, still looking at her self. Her face was small square, small almond shaped eyes, long eyelashes, small baby nose which the reason she looks younger, but her  perfectly uniquely carved , and  lips, and hard jawlines makes her so foxy. She straightened her structure long neck when she  finally done braiding her afro brown thick hair into four braids, so it wouldn't give her a hard time when it get dry and when she comes to comb it.

And instead of crawling on her bed she went to the drawer to pick up her undone drawing, and set down on the floor to finish the face of the girl that came from her imagination which she felt in love with, and found something to  fulfill her emptiness if just for a few days