I ran for a least fourty minutes according to my phone. I go down an ally and stop to take a breath.
I double check the items in my purse. Good I say to myself, everything is in it. I wipe my tear stained cheeks. That old man was creepy . What if he..if he.... I shudder, shaking off the thought.
I check the time on my phone 2:00, good. I left the house at 12 something and the bus ride took who knows how long. This means I have six and a half hours of freedom before I have to go home.
But what should I do? My stomach grumbles. "I agree" I say to my self- "food it is". I quickly check my reflection in my phone. I don't want to look Brittany perfect but I want to look at least a tad presentable.
I walk out the ally and think of where to eat at. I remember a really good pizza place that I ate out at with my mom when I was 10 . I check an online map of Palana and notice that if I walk, it would take 2 hours to get there. Driving would take about 30 mins but I don't really trust anyone to drive me anywhere right now.
I look at the map trying to think of an alternative place to eat. As I scroll through the list I see this really cool looking fast food place called Chic-Fl-A.
They don't serve any other meat other than regular ungentically modified chicken which is extremely hard to find these days. The best part is that it's not that expensive and it's only 10 minutes away if I walk.
As I walk I decide to text my mother. After all the things I've been through today : Brittany, that creepy old man....Blue eyes.... I decide to text her about Brittany and a bit about the old man and NOTHING about blue eyes cause she would totally freak out. As I text I walk to Chic-fl-a I think about blue eyes. Could he really be into Brittany? I ponder to myself. No she's too much of a me person. Also blue eyes called her a blond twit on the bus yet he gave her his phone number and--
"Oof."says someone in front of me. I bumped into someone....great....
"O-oh my gosh." I stutter. "I'm soo sorry."
As I look up I see a girl about my age rubbing her shoulder. She has an- outgoing look. Very, very out going and unique. Creative too i admit. With her uh....uh... Let me just spit it out.She has pink hair with some strands dyed blue and orange. She has a black hat on backwards, a nose piercing, several ear piercings and she's wearing a Jean jacket ,leather pants and a leather crop top.
But I have to admit she looks kinda cool.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to walk and text?"she says jokingly.
I look down "Yeah sorry."
"It's okay." she says with a smile. She holds out her hand still smiling "due to these fateful turn of events I think it's best to introduce myself. My name is Sharnice Crystal Blackwood, but everyone just calls me Sharna."
I shake her hand " Nice to meet you Sharna my name is Alana Greendale."
"Cool. Who were you texting anyway?"
"My mom." I say quietly. I expect Sharna to tease me or make fun of the fact that I was texting my mom..but she doesn't.
"I know...I text my mom a lot too. She's the only family I have left-" she pauses " Yet she rarely ever has time for me."I nod solemnly not knowing what else to say.
"In fact." Sharna states " I was texting her right now before you crash landed into me."
"Sorry about that." I say rubbing my head.
"It's okay . I was walking to get some food at-"
"Chic-fl-a?" I guess.
"Yes!"she says sqealing." They have the best chicken sandwiches in THE WORLD!!!"
"Cool I was going there now."
"Do you wanna go together?"she asks.
"Yes!" I say.
"Cool now let's cross the street before the walk sign goes away."
Then Sharna half dragged half pulled me across the street with a skip in her step and a smile on her face.Well...what do you guys think of Sharna? If you have any requests of what you want to see in the book just tell me!
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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...