The Freak

Chapter 1: Free

Chapter 1:

Free

Tuesday

Hello, Starlight Shores.

That is what I was thinking the moment I got off the plane.

It was a wonderful day, the sun stood high in the clear sky and a soft breeze coming from the ocean made the perfect temperature. When I saw a couple of palmtrees, I almost gasped. I had never seen one in real life. It gave this town something exotic.

I had always lived in the north, in a town called Aurora Skies. We never had a hot summer and the winters were always very cold.

I felt a little out of place here. It was the end of August and lots of people came back from holidays, sun-tanned and in a great mood. Also the people who lived here had a slightly darker skin after the great summer.

And there I was, with my pale skin and my skinny jeans. You could easily find me inbetween all the sun-tanned people, wearing shorts or mini skirts.

But the people didn't seem to notice me, wich made me glad.

I had never traveled before, not out of my own country. It was all so overwhelming. I never thought I would get the chance to be on a plane, to fly.

All the security you have to go through was so confusing and new for me. I stressed the whole time until I had fallen asleep on the plane. I had been so nervous but excited.

Now I had arrived. And this town seemed to be paradise.

I felt a strong breeze in my hair and my hand shot up to keep the strand of hair that covered my green eye in place. I did not need anyone to see that right now.

When I have my luggage I continue my 'adventure'.

One last passport check before I can leave. I pull out my passport and hand it over to the cop behind the glass. He checks it. Luckily, my passport is still a black and white one. Now you can only see the difference of my eyes if you really look for it, I was not allowed to cover one eye for the photo.

The man smiles at me and winks friendly, looking straight into my blue eye.

A wave of emotions and vague thoughts hits me. This man is not as happy as he seems to be, he has trouble at home, he's longing for some alcohol and he's wondering if his wife will be home when he gets there.This job bores him an he hopes it's over fast.

I smile back at him, slightly, and walk away fast.

If he would've looked into both of my eyes I would probably know his entire life by now. He has an open mind, or at least, that's what I call it. There are people who don't shield their thoughts from anyone, who throw their thoughts and emotions all over the place. It makes me nauseous sometimes, to suddenly have all the thoughts, memories, emotions of another person in your own head.

Well, I don't know who would take that lightly.

When I come out of the airport, the heat slams into me, immediately I start to feel sweaty. When I see a washroom, I go into it and decide to put on something more fit for this weather. I take a cute dress out of my luggage, I bought it only a week ago. It's a small, rose pastel colored, vintage dress. Though no one sees that it's vintage of course. These kind of 'old' models are called fashion these days.

When I have freshened up a little, I walk straight to the bus station, hoping I'm not too late. But when I arrive, a long line of people tells me that the bus hasn't arrived yet. I mumble some ugly words and sigh.

Not all of these people will be able to get on one bus! I'm gonna have to wait until the next one comes, or maybe even the third.

I curse at myself for being too relaxed.

After the first bus has finally left, I decide to take a taxi. It won't be cheap, but I can't wait here for so long.

I wave at the first taxi I see and the driver steps out to help me with my luggage. When in the car I tell him the adress of the small house I'm renting from a local woman.

We start driving, but almost halfway there, I notice that this is gonna cost a lot more than I thought at first.

I sigh angry. I bend toward the driver and say,

'Pull over, please.'

He looks at me, surprised.

'Miss, we're only halfway there.'

'Just pull over at the nearest busstop, goddamnit!'

I curse frustrated.

Clearly shocked by my sudden turn of mood, he pulls over at the first busstop he sees. I take out my luggage and pay the driver. I walk to the board with the schedule as he drives away.

I seek for the right bus. Oh come on, seriously? I have to wait another 30 minutes for the bus.

I sit down on my suitcases, irritated and angry. My head seems heavy and I realize just now how tired I really am. I rub my eyes with my hands and wait. Please, bus, hurry up now.