Wyoming had become frightfully icy this October night.
Emma, sitting in silence with her head buried between her knees, gazed at the Gir backpack she carried with her. It was black with worn green straps. Scuffed with school-floor dust and littered with various knot holes (she had placed decorative buttons on her backpack earlier in the school year), her backpack held inside itself the essentials of this eighteen year old, as followed:
-Sneakers
-Fuzzy black socks
-A prized pair of Sisley jeans
-Rope belt with a scratched Union Jack buckle
-Undies and a brazier
-A cell-phone charger
-A bundle of graphic tees
-A tube of Colgate and her toothbrush
-Mint-flavored floss
-A bottle of ginger-scented Suave
-Two Dasani water bottles
-A baggy of white-chocolate cookies from the previous night's dinner
-The amount of two-hundred thirty six dollars, unevenly rolled up in a sandwich bag
Emma held the start to her future in the grip of her trembling right palm: a bus ticket on the 8:15, to St. Paul, Minnesota. She looked at it and then fixated her eyes to the clock above her.
A plain-Jane clock it was. More of an Art-Deco style actually. Tick-tick-tick.
"Three minutes," she thought to herself. "Just three more minutes, and I'll be free."
The fragile toothpick body Emma possessed was shaky and shivery as though her eyeballs had witnessed a murder. Mud lined the bottom of her pants legs. None on her boots though. Huddled onto the burning-cold blue bench at the bus station outside Pinedale town limits, Emma felt destined to leave the little Wyoming junction-town she grew up and lived-in all her short adolescent life.
Should her state of mind been slightly altered than it was at this particular moment, Emma would have gladly shot herself in the head. Fortunately, this wasn't the case. Her silver locket pulsated in rhythm with her fragile heart.
"They'll never accept me for what I am. If I stay here, I'm as good as dead..." uttered Emma.
Pinedale, Wyoming was a terrible place to be different, especially when half the population consisted of relatives.
Emma head wandered.
Would Izzy still be alive if she hadn't kissed her?
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