Change Me

London

  I walk out of the train station, clutching my bag, i didnt take much.  I look around me, I'm not too far away, but yet everything looks so different.  Its different from my tiny, peaceful town.  Is this what cities are always like? 

        If you haven't already noticed, I've never been outside Brookville.  Brookeville was a small town, everybody knew eachother, and what everyone was up to.  As I walk around the city, I never get one "Hello!" or "Hey Crystal!".  I understand them not knowing my name, but no one here is friendly like back home.  Not that I was kind back, no, I usually ignored the greetings, but I was so used to them, it feels strange without them.

        "I didn't think this out too clearly," I think outloud.  I head to the nearest newspaper stand, where I find a boy, about 22, standing there, listening to his IPod.

        "Hello," I say, interrupting him from his music.

        "Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" He asks me politely.

        "No, no.  I'm Crystal.  I'm looking for the nearest hotel I can stay at, cheap, if you can."

        "Cheap?  There's no where too cheap around here, its London.  How long are you planning on staying?"

        "Umm... Forever?"  I sheepishly say, now realizing how foolish I sound.  How could I think that I could just leave, and think everything would be better?  What about food?  A place to stay?  For how long?  I'm an idiot.

        "Forever, huh?  Well you can stay a few days in the small motel down Pear Street.  Its about a 15 minute ride, if you take the bus." He directs.

        "Thank you so much!  When is the bus coming?"  I look around, towards the bus stop.

        "About an hour, help me work this stand?  It seems boring, I know, but I have music!"  He shows me his IPod.

        "You listen to The Neighbourhood?  Oh My God!  I love them!"  I practically squeal, but then remember to play it cool.

        "I love them!  And this may be cheesy, but I like Lana Del Rey and Lorde."

        I giggle.  "Me too, Tennis Court is my favorite,"  I say, and he puts it on.  I start humming along with the song, close my eyes, and excape for a little while.

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I may have excaped for a while more than I thought, because I was jolted awake by a light shove to the shoulder.

        "Hey, umm, your bus is here."  He smiles.

        "Oh, shit!  I fell asleep, I'm so sorry!  Oh, the bus!  I gotta go!"  I start picking up my bag.

        "Hey, I hope you dont mind, but I put my number in your phone while you were sleeping, call me if you need anything."  He blushes and hands me my phone. 

        "Thanks!  Call you later!"  I wave and run onto the bus.

look down at my phone and smile.  Chad.  That was his name, how cute.  It really fits him.  He's cheeky and adorable.  He's too cute, really.  Glad I met him.

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After the long bus ride, I arrived at the Oak Motel.  It looks dirty and gross.  Why would Chad send me here?  Oh, yeah, I said cheap.  Well, this definetly looks cheap.  I walk into the Main Office.  The room is dirt brown, with walls that may have been white at a time, but are now full of dirt and cobwebs.  It literally looks like I just walked right into a horror movie, and the owner is a freaky man that will eventually kill me.  Or maybe hes a pedophile and is setting up cameras in each of the rooms as I think.  I kind of just stand there for a long moment, waiting for someone to show up.

        Finally, after what seems like hours, I hear the door open. 

        "Oh my goodness! How long have you been standing here?  I'm so sorry!"  I hear a female voice behind me.  Shes tall and thin, with curves.  Very pretty, with long, curly blonde hair, deep green eyes, and mile-long eyelashes.  Definetly not what i was expecting.  She looks about 35.

        "Oh, I just got here a little bit ago,"  I lie, "I'd like to get a room." 

She writes a few things down on a peice of paper and hands me my keys.

        "Room 2B"  She tells me, and I'm out.  I seriously hope the rooms aren't as gross as I'm imagining them to be.

I open the door and gasp, it really is disgusting.  The walls are beige, but like the Main Office, I'm guessing they were once white.  The carpet is torn up at the corners, and there are no curtains .  No way in hell am I sleeping here.

        I take out my phone and call Chad.