Saving Wolf

Bananas

Day two

My second day in this small town, with it's crappy mountains and it's crappy heat and everything else, was spent at the ocean.

When i got there, i couldn't help but feel a little bit happier. The beach wasn't packed since it was a small town. I had to walk around 3 miles to find this place from the station.

I've always walked almost everywhere i've ever gone. Never had a car, never driven one, and most importantly, never needed one. I guess that's why I'm as skinny as i am. Not grossly skinny though, because that's, well, gross.

Walking up to the same water that is touching every single land mass on this crappy earth is kind of intimidating, especially for a first-timer like myself.

I walked through the sand, which scorched my feet, not gonna lie, and put a towel i borrowed from the hotel down into the sand. I don't think borrowing is allowed, but the receptionist didn't stop me.

Stripping my sandals, flannel, and jean shorts, i staggered to the water. The salty coldness rushed up my feet, making the sand melt into my toes. I stepped away to be amazed at my footprint in the mud-like substance.

"First time?" A feminine voice asks from behind me.

I turn around to see a typical looking blonde. Her hair reached her ribcage, and she did look rather pretty, but she seemed too bubbly.

I nodded, smiled slightly, and stepped further into the water. It was at my ankles now, and the strong current of waves knocked me back, making me fall on my butt.

She giggled and walked forward, offering a hand out to me, which i accepted. She shook it. "I'm Jasmine."

"Evelyn," i responded.

"Are you new around here?" She asks.

I just nod and look up towards her.

"Do you have a phone or anything?"

"No," i say, looking down. I don't mean to seem so shy around her, i just don't like speaking. I decide that if i want a fresh start, i have to do what my mom always told me.

Try.

So i did.

Soon enough i got hired as a waitress at Carol's Diner.

Thanks to Jasmine, anyway.

There were only two diners in this crappy little town and now I'd be waitressing at one of them. There were cafes' and bars though, so at least the competition was limited.

They basically hired me on the spot after seeing my experience with cooking. Culinary arts classes in high school, hostessing since age 16, and growing up having to cook for mom and Victoria was experience enough for them.

Just the thought of them made me want to cry. I never did though. I never have, not even as a baby.

The doctors thought there was something wrong with me. They said i was extremely observant, but i never cried.

I broke my ankle in 2nd grade when i fell the wrong way while climbing out of my window. I didn't even cry then.

My walk back to the motel was hard to navigate. Jasmine told me which way to go.

"Go down Bluebird and turn right on Elliot Lane. You'll see it. Your shift is 9:15-1:15 on Monday. Don't forget!" Was the last thing she said before walking back into the diner.

The receptionist gave me a friendly wave, to which i smiled back. She seemed nice.

I ended up standing in a freezing cold shower. I always took cold showers. Scrubbing at my scalp with that crappy shampoo the hotel gives you, i thought about earlier. Monday was tomorrow. I have work tomorrow. I conditioned too, and cleaned the keen areas of my body before climbing out and drying myself with a towel. I slipped on some panties and jumped in bed.

My hair was too cold so i wrapped it in a towel and drifted. Slowly, slowly, slowly, until...

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

I groaned, climbing out of bed and pulling a shirt over my head before casually walking to the door with no pants on.

I unlocked it, opened it, to see a short hispanic lady with thickly drawn in eyebrows.

"Room service, my dear." She said, her foreign accent sounding odd to my ears.

"Come back tomorrow, please," i say, trying to be polite.

She nods, turns, and stops.

"Oh, and dear, put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign if you don't want me to come around," she says, winking.

I can't help but laugh. I grab the "Do Not Disturb" sign and flip it to the front. I shook my head, shut and locked the door, and grabbed one of those free bananas motels give you sometimes.

Throwing away the peel, i grab another banana, realizing how hungry i am. After throwing that peel away too, i climb into bed and flick off the lamp.

Falling slowly, slowly, slowly, into dreams.

"Get out of here until it cools down. They won't find you if you stay uninvolved," my mother's voice rings in my ears.

"They'll never find you in South Carolina. Hide there. Don't get attached," Victoria's voice also replays.

Attachment has never been a problem before. Now? Im not so sure.