Chapter 2-Who Are You?

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Sitting back in the cab, I felt the new boys eyes staring into me making me feel uncomfatable. The cab driver was chatting on his phone relentlessly and in the background the radio was playing to itself. When I say playing to it's self I mean I was listening to my I-pod and the new boy who had not said a word was clearly not listening to it. 

     All of a sudden like he had courage to talk to me he spoke. "What you listening to?" He asked rather intrigued. I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Amy McDonald." I replied softly. 

"Who's that?" 

"Someone you've never heard of until now." I replied again staring out of the window. 

"Oh." I sensed the dissapointment in his voice. "My names Bailey by the way." He said. 

I couldn't care less. "Oh hi." 

I could tell he was hoping I'd tell him my name. "What's yours?" 

I had to tell him, I couldn't just be so rude and ignore him could I? "Angel Mercy Jane Marie-" I held out my hand as I spoke but before I had chance to say my last name 'Carlton' I almost fell over. 

All of a sudden as if a lion had escaped from to zoo we heard a almighty roar. Bailey burst out laughing and I was shocked. 

"SHUT UP!!" Really? That roar, that was scary enough to scare a small child, came from my taxi driver? "YOU SO LOUD." 

"Sorry." I frowned unpausing my I-pod. Bailey looked at me, but he had some weird look in his eyes. Almost a angry look. 

      His short brown shaggy hair fell over his face and his blue eyes peirced the darkness of the cab.

After the taxi driver had finished on the phone, Bailey opened his mouth to speak again but something stopped him. I turned off my I-pod and put it in my pocket.  

"WHAY HOLLA BACKLINE LURTH SEEIAN CALON!!" The driver burst I almost choked on my drink. 

"Umm excuse me?" I asked not sure weather he was speaking to us or not. 

"AMBAYA COLADARO GIHLIP!!!" 

"I think he's singing," Bailey laughed. 

I listened to the tune on the radio. It was a foreign radio station, so yeah he probably was singing.  

     "I'm tried." Bailey complained. "I'm not used to getting up this early." 

"Oh I am." I said. 

"Do you ever sleep in the taxi?" He asked, a sound of un-certainty in his voice. 

"No can't sleep in taxi's. I just never have been able to." 

Ignoring my replie he said the weirdest thing. " I recognize you." He said. "How old are you?" 

"Ummm 14." 

"And what did you say your last name is?" 

"I didn't." 

"Well what is it?"

"None of your beeswax." 

"TELL ME!!!!" The car sreeched to a hault. The taxi driver started yelling then turned to face us. 

"SHUT SHUT SHUT SHUT SHUT UP UP UP UP UP UP UP!!!" He yelled slamming a hand on the back of the chair.  "OR GET OUT OF CAR!" 

 The rest of the journey we were pretty uch silent. I hoped he wouldn't be my permanent cab driver he was so moody and didn't  let us talk. 

Bailey fell asleep and I just listened to my music. 

I got my bags out the back of the boot. 

Finally free to talk Bailey stared at me. "WHATS YOUR LAST NAME?" 

"What is your problem?"

"Your name?" 

"Oh my god, just shut up." I snapped walking towards the school. 

The cab had just driven off and now it was just me and this weirdo. 

"My surename is Carlson." He said slowly. At first I didn't realize. 

"Whoa how nice for you." I said sarcasticly. 

"Yours?" 

"Calrson." I just realized the word burned my tounge. "So what we have the same surename." 

"And I recognize you." 

"And? You just have De Ja Veu or something. We're not realated." But I knew we were, and now I knew excatly who he was. Reality struck me, but I wanted to denie it. This was my cousin Bailey, the cousin Bailey I spent all summer with when I was 6. 

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 09, 2011 ⏰

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