Chapter two - life on earth
The tall shadowy shape of a teenage girl darted across the street lamp flickering in and then out of sight as she raced down a pitch-black alley. It was around midnight and all was clam, except for the girl as she ran. Her feet were quick and agile as she ran the wind snatching at her blood red curls that was held back off her face only by the force of the wind. Her gorgeous storm blue eyes quickly darting about watching every shadow for movement as she ran. Her feet were silent her breath not even stirring the air rushing past her. Suddenly she stopped in front of the wall of the alley she reached her faintly glowing hand marked with a strange tattoo looking like a burn shaped in a swirling line covering her whole hand and pressed it against the wall. A small square of wall lit up with a bright flash before it was gone and a tiny wooden door set into the wall, which certainly wasn’t there before, replaced it. She quickly opened the door rushing into a dark room with no windows or doors only a set of stairs leading up to a large room. In the corner on the left sat a wrought iron bed that hadn’t been made yet, the black sheets twisted on top and the matching pillows throw on top haphazardly. The other wall, in the middle, had a huge fireplace the embers of a recent fire still glowing throwing tiny orange pinpricks of light across the floor. Above the fire place sat a painting of land no person on earth would have ever laid eyes on the painting showed a valley of dark green forests the tops of the mountains surrounding the valley had small huts placed in groups. The sky was a beautiful crystal blue without a hint of clouds. The painting was framed in gold witch shone dully in the almost no existent light. On the far wall was a large window jutting out of the buildings wall to fit a window seat. Beside the window was a floor-to-roof bookcase filled to the brim with books of all kinds, sizes and subject. The books were old and showing signs of rotting but were obviously loved when in there prime.
“Where is it, where is it?” I whispered quietly to myself shifting to a new shelf looking hurriedly for my journal. They would be here soon, with there sharp needles and cold metal time watches infused into there skin turning it a grey color, the pain they had to endure was their leaders way of them repaying for the gift of time travel. My fingers slipped over a small leather bound book, wedged between two large encyclopedias of the earth, my fingers wrapped around the books spine swiftly pulling the book out. I shoved my journal into the small backpack I found in under my bed. Turning around my eyes swept over the entire room picking out every little thing searching for anything I may have forgotten. Nope nothing else, time to go I thought to myself. Leaving as quietly as I came, down the stairs, out the door, down the alleyway mouth, quickly turn west and keep my head down. Keep moving, don’t look around you have a purpose no one knows you. Watching where I stepped carefully dodging though the congested streets with ease heading straight for the airport. Once I stepped into the airport I headed towards the desk smiling nicely at the old lady behind it. Her hair was pulled into a lose bun on top of her head. She looked to be about 40 years old. Her smile was warm and her eyes crinkled lightly showing laugh lines. “Can I help you dear?” she asked in a motherly tone.
“Um….you see my parents recently left for Australia and let me stay here for a few days with my auntie, and um they wanted her to book my flights for when I met up again with my mum and dad, but seeing as she has a really busy job I told her I would organize it. But um I…” I stuttered making up a story for her on the spot.
“What is it darling?” she asked kindly
“Well I was really busy while I was here and I um forgot to buy the tickets and my parents were hoping I would get there sometime during this week, and um I was wondering if there where any flights leaving soon to Australia?” I patted myself on the back for this brilliant story I had made up.
“Well darling its okay, where in Australia were you going?” her warm smile made me grin back sheepishly at her.
“I’m meeting my parents in um oh I know I remember it, just a second.” I said rummaging though my bag looking for my journal which had possible destinations for if I had to leave. Pulling it out I couldn’t help but grin shyly back at her as I looked for it. Finally retrieving it I flicked though the pages coming to a stop and looking at the page in question. Highlighted in yellow was the name of a town in New South Whales.
“Alright its um, oh yeah how could I forget, my mum just inherited grandmas old lake house in red rock lake but I just need to get to Sydney that’s where they’re picking me up.” Making my story come together with a look that showed I was remembering things. Probably not the things she thought I was remembering but memories all the same.
“Alright dear there’s a flight leaving to Sydney in three hours with four seats left.” Her smile making feel happy and letting me forget the dangers that surrounded me for just a second.
“Thank you so, so much. How much for the plane ticket?” I asked eagerly
“Don’t worry about that dear it’s not too much, just two hundred dollars. I’m sure your parents left you enough for the ticket” she frowned slightly thinking I didn’t have any money. Luckily I had enough money to do anything but I preferred to pretend I didn’t have lots of money and didn’t go around flashing my cash to every human being with eyes.
“I think that will be just fine with a little left over to give back to mum and dad.” Enough to buy sixty-thousand tickets to Sydney with spare enough to buy the whole of Spain I thought smiling slightly at the thought. “Here you go.” I said handing over two hundred dollar bills. She smiles brightly at me showing those laugh lines again. She hands me the ticket and I walk over to the little café bustling with business people in suits with stern faces, families big and small. Sitting at a table beside the window displaying the runway with planes and other airport vehicles driving around, while workers fill the tank of a plane with gasoline. A small frail looking woman worked over the counter handing people there meals with a smile on her face. The waitress came over and asked me what I would like to order. I just ordered some cookies and a vanilla milkshake, my favorite. When they came I sat and ate in silence watching the sun slowly come up from where it was hiding from the sky. The rays of pure sunlight turned the sky a jumbled mess of colors starting with a fiery orange and making its way up to the gray of a sky at pre dawn. As the moon disappeared into the ground, the sky flashed blinding every thing in range that was looking before returning to its usual color of blue. The sun rising always made me happy watching the start of a new day clamed me and gave me hope for a better outcome of the day.
“All passengers on flight 646 to Sydney, Australia report to the boarding hall."
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