After I finish doing my business in the bathroom I grab a brush and for once in my life I brush my hair. I mean it's not that hard to take care of but I never had a reason to take care of it in the first place. It's not like I had anywhere to go or anyone to impress.
Unless Aunt Tia came over and gave me 5 hour long lectures on apperance. I brush and brush my waist length naturally auburn hair. Unlike my Mum I have green eyes. Probably from my father but...I don't even know who my father is and neither does she.
I walk out the bathroom and pick up my purse and put it on. As I walk toward the door my Mum comes rushing in from the kitchen and gives me a beary nice hug.
"Stay safe dearest," she says through held in tears.
"I will Mum I promise." I hug her tight for about 3 minutes .
" I gotta go now Mum." I say as I pull away.
" Okay," she says barley audible " okay"
As I open the door I hear her mumble something that sounded like "shouldn't go.." I inhale and exhale once I step outside and close the door.Time to start my life.... again.***************
I walk toward the hover stop to take it to the city. Mum and I live on the rim of Palana which is somewhere around a place that used to be called Brazil or something.
I approach the hover stop and wait for it to come. Around me is a girl with pink ear buds singing loudly and a professional looking woman talking madly into a phone in a rapid language I don't understand. Next to her is a young man around the age of 20 texting. He's kind of handsome with his t-shirt,sweat pants,caramel skin and messy black hair. As I'm gazing at him he looks up as if sensing something and his sky blue eyes make contact with my green ones.
Don't associate with anyone but me. Don't look at anyone but me. My Mum's words ring inside my head and I turn away quickly,blushing a bit. Out of the corner of my eye I see him smirking.
I'm kinda excited and scared about that. After what felt like eons the hover transport comes and we all board it . The crazy talking woman first then the blue eyed boy (beb) steps on but steps aside for the ear bud girl to get on .
She flips her blond hair over her shoulder as she passes him and makes a telephone motion toward her ear. "Call me" she whispers and presses a small piece of paper into his hand. Once she steps on the bus he mutters something under his breath like " Blond twit" and let's the paper fly in the air.
Being the gentleman he is he steps aside for me to get onto the bus too. As I step on I mumble a " Thank you " and his face brightens up and he flashes his pearly whites right to me. I can't help it, I smile. He's just so cute.
As I step on the bus there's a huge smelly grumpy man sitting at the wheel. He looks like he could be a sumo wrestler if he want to. As he looks up at me he smiles, which is more like a gummy grimace.
"No,no you don't have to pay hermosa."the driver says which a hispanic accent.Lucky for me my mother taught me Spanish and I know hermosa means beautiful.
"Gracias señor. Eres tambien demasiado bueno."(Thank you sir. You are too kind.)
His smile widens as he watches me walk down the aile of the bus. The pink ear bud girl stopped singing and just started glaring at me. I get chills up my neck as I feel her staring so I direct my attention to the window.The blue eyed boy is now paying the old man his fee. The old man beckons him to come close and he says to him .
" That girl with the auburn hair and nice figure, she's a good one, a good one I say. If I was younger I would try to have a get at her. Heck I still might."The boy pulls back, disturbia written all over his face. As he walks down the aile he mutters something under his breath like
"Perverted..... creep.." and he sits down a few spots behind me. I shudder at the old man's words. This is going to be a long trip.

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The Onix
Science-FictionAlana Lison never leaves her house. Ever. Not for school, work, food, vacations nothing. She was practically like Rapunzel but without the blonde hair and prince waiting for her at the end of the fairytale. No no no this is definitely not a fairytal...