Asylum

Chapter 2 : First Day in Town [Not Proofread]

A/N :  So, that's the perfect definition of Aidan Jacobs. I was looking for his picture that he's shirtless with his style and expression just like that, but, unfortunately, I can't find any except for his Divergent pictures.

Enjoy, anyways!

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The sound of my alarm woke me and I groaned. It's only 7:30 AM. Why this stupid clock alarms when I almost have the best dream ever? I mean, it's not really the best but can you imagine dreaming yourself having supernatural powers and it feels like your a hero? God. And I was like torturing Lucas for ruining my life.

Setting my thoughts aside, I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower and brush my teeth. Today's my second day but my first day showing up in town. The weather is so sunny and bright. I quickly changed into my simple black and white stripped tank dress. I grab my black handbag and put on my sneaker shoes then I head to town. I never bother combing my hair since it's always the same. It actually had some tangles but it doesn't have one when you're just looking at it. The town is only fifteen minutes walk from the Villa according to Leila so I'll just walk. I've gotta save money and fuel from now on.

Once I've arrived in town, the first thing that I notice was the noisy sound of the market. I mean, I'm not complaining because markets are markets. People in town are buying whatever and I passed them while having curious eyes stabbed on my back. The market is the central of this town so when I turned left, I immediately spotted the cute lines of flower vendors. This town is not dull actually. It's just like old... the styles of houses are quite from London and even the way their accent was British. It's kind of cool hearing their accent but my American accent really stands out. I should probably start having accents like them. My laptop was with me so I should probably visit the Moon Cafe where Leila is working and have some peaceful typing there. Since last night, I just can't seem to find my mood in writing... My thoughts are really bothered by that big white wolf on the cliff. I feel like, it's planning on eating me? Oh god. Here are my worst crazy imaginations again.

"Um, Hello..." Yeah right. Really, trying hard to have a British accent. Worst, Kenna. "Hello, Good Morning." I flash one of my sweet smile, as my Freda has always been telling me, to the elder woman who's been fixing the red roses. She turned to me with curious eyes and it just made me feel awkward. She look like... so irritated?

"Sorry, If I bothered you, Ma'am; but I was wondering if where is the Moon Cafe?" I asked her immediately, I felt like I've irritated her by disturbing her with her flowers. She scowl at something or someone? I don't know. I turned my head where she's looking and it just curious me about the Man with about 6'2 feet tall wearing a black leather jacket with white t-shirt inside and a jeans. I wonder who is this man? I've got the feeling that he's dangerous because of how the elder woman give glares at him. I ignore how he looked at me while he kept both of his hands inside his pockets and looking some flowers which was I find quite odd.

"Um, so, uh..." I forgot how should I speak to the elder. Usually, in Nevada, elders or not if they gave you a scowl or irritated face, respect would be out of the question. "About the Moon Cafe..."

"Sorry dear. Walk straight and to your left. Just find the banner of the cafe..." she informed me. I kept it all in my head. I gave her a smile and finally, she returned it. I thank her then went on my way. I thought I'll take about 10 minutes to walk but I was completely wrong. When the elder woman meant walk straight, I didn't even gave a damn about the other alleys and she mentioned about turning to your left but then, there were so many alleys. Instead of finding the Moon cafe, I ended up going to the Book Store that just across one dirty alley. I entered the book store having the bell rang and I quickly noticed the arguing women. There's no one at the counter. What if a not decent person just barged in quietly and stole a book? Come on, books are precious!