Floater

The station

I sat at the bus terminal, my hands tucked away safely in my single large front pocket. I don't know what it is about hoodies, it's just a comfort, makes me feel protected ya know? Hm. What I just said doesn't make much sense at all. I stared up at the lights on the ceiling tucking my neck into the hood of my sweatshirt, kind of like a turtle. I giggled to myself, I am a turtle. God, for one second I would love to stay on one topic. I peered down at my feet and started to repeatedly lift them up and down, attempting to try and stay awake. I've been here for at least a good five hours, but holy shit did it feel like forever. I don't really think it took that long to get here, before I left mom told me that they did live in a small everyone-knows-everyone town, but I never would have figured it be hours away from even the slightest bit of modern civilization. I guess I shouldn't be complaining. I'm hoping that my grandparents are better than my parents, or should I even call them parents. More like blood sucking parasites. I laughed a little to myself, they're sorta like leeches. My train of thought was interrupted by my left ear bud starting to go to static. "Fuck me, not again", I mumbled under my breath as I started twisting the plug in to the speaker of my phone hearing it go in and out, until they went out completely. Beautiful. I stretching my legs out and sank down in my chair, sighing fairly loud, but not loud enough to alert others of my misfortune. I took unplugged my headphones, sticking my phone in my back pocket and walked over to the garbage can and threw them away when I noticed something off about it, it had no bag, like at all. Nothing. It was just naked. I wonder if they clean them, and if so how exactly that works. It's nailed to the ground with bolts bigger than my thumb, no, I don't have very big thumbs, because I'm not a very big person. I'm only five four, and three quarters, yeah don't forget that part. And I haven't weighed myself in who knows how long, which at the thought sent shivers up my spine and caused my arm to twitch. I took a deep breath and walked back, returning to my seat, feeling all eyes on me. I tried not to let the others know I was looking at them, well observing, because that would be weird, and kinda creepy now that I think about it. I guess I'm not really the type to fit into the crowd, I've always been the one that stands out amount the rest, and I've never been able to convince myself of the possible good benefits of this. My train of thought was suddenly derailed as my grandfather took a seat casually a beside me, not saying a word, with a sly smile on his face. "Hey there pretty lady, ready to go? You look just a little tired." He spoke softly but with a raspy yet somewhat intimidating voice. I couldn't help but smile back at him politely, all they were doing for me, taking me in, out of that hell hole I was forced to call a home, I owed these people basically my life, and it was refreshing, having not seen my grandpa or grandma since I was seven years old, mind you I'm sixteen now.he's changed. A lot. He doesn't seem like the Same man he was, but I guess that's what comes with age. He had bags under his eyes, the poor man looked like he hadn't slept in days. I squinted softly and wondered if grandma had aged the same way, although she's always looked younger than what she actually Is. I'm assuming she's at the house, they moved awhile ago so I can't exactly picture where she would be right now, since I haven't been to the new house yet, but I was pretty excited. A fresh start, it's all I need. And I'm hoping to god I don't slip through the cracks like last time. "Sam, is everything okay? You haven't answered me", he spoke with a hint of concern in his voice. My eyes darted towards him and I gave him my complete attention. "I am so sorry, I have a tendency to zone out I didn't mean to. Yes, yes I'm okay. Can we go, it's kinda cold in here." He gave me a weary smile and wiped his palms against his jeans nervously and stood up and I followed in pursuit. I went to pick up my bag, which could have possibly weighed more than me, when my grandfather interrupted my action by grabbing the suitcase and hauling it behind him, also grabbing my fleece bag. "You've had a long trip", he smiled sympathetically as he began walking towards the exit door. "You let me worry about these bags, I may be old, but this horse still has a little fight left in him." He chuckled and I walked at a slow pace beside him smiling. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, maybe I'll actually get my second chance at life. Maybe this small town will be a lot better then I actually thought it would be. I lifted up my hood and we began walking to the car which had been parked right on the side of the street by the door and got in the passenger side, laying my head against the cool window, watching rain drops starting to cascade down the glass from the roof of the car. It was going to be a long ride, and a little sleep wouldn't hurt right now.