Old-born

The beginning

March 30, 2013

Still running hard she looked behind her, seeing them slowly catch up she forced her legs to keep going, "SHIT!"......until she tripped into a dumb ass texting and walking. "What the bloody 'ell is wrong with you?", Jonellen furiously shoved the still texting boy, who looked up like a deer in headlights. "Wha-""Great just perfectly bloody great look at what you did you twat!", leaving him still standing frozen and confused she tried running again but was suddenly yanked back. "What the Hell?!", Jonellen looked back seeing the boy, who once looked like a bewildered young teen, now holding up an uncover cop badge. "Shit..." "You're coming with me. You have the right to-" "You seriously think I'm going with you? Do you even know who I am?! I AM A FAMOUS CELEBRITY WHO IS JUST TRYING TO GET SOME FRIKKING BLOODY PRIVACY!!!", seeing the cop being distracted by the crowd she was attracting she pulled out his grip and took off again, but now lost in the growing crowd. she hurried to the hotel packed her things in her small shoulder bag, checked out the hotel, and got on the next train maybe i'll go to Australia next, ooh I bet it'll be amazing!  I can't wait, she smiled to herself, mentally patting herself on the back for the trick she pulled, and fell into a deep sleep.

She woke up groggy slowly blinking her eyes and looking around until she realized she was not at the same place she fell asleep, shooting up startled mentally noting all the windows and exits and noticed she was at a bus stop. As a small Ethiopian man walked up to her he was saying, "You cannot stay here, they bring you here saying you are unwell but unless you pay you cannot stay here this is no motel there is a motel six blocks down."

"bastard", she muttered under her breath as she walked down the road, she held her head high as she continued on knowing it wouldn't be hard to find a place to stay.