Day Two (cont)
"I think I'm gonna need socks and underwear too." said Michael quietly, after a
moment or two more of peaceful silence in the sanctuary. "If that's okay..." he
added, seeming to not want to impose on my generous nature.
"Of course." I replied with a pleasant smile. "We buy whatever you need."
"Great." replied Michael with the same shy smile I'd seen earlier in the
bathroom in my flat. 'Thank you...I had just had so much going on in my life
lately...Burying our mother had been the last straw, you know?...I just needed to
get out of there...so, I grabbed my passport, got a cab to the airport...bought a
plane ticket and...Have you ever felt that way, Ana? Michael asked as we
rebuttoned our coats, gathered our belongings, and strolled out of the
sanctuary, through the narthex and front entrance of the church into the clear
fresh cool outside air. "Like you just want to get up and go, without having to
explain yourself?"
"Oh yes, Michael." I replied. "Many times...that's why I became gypsy." I
continued, and went on to explain my decision to live as a gypsy when I'd
reached the age where youth were allowed to choose between life on their own
where they faced the 'adult' responsibilities of earning a living, and having a
roof over their heads, or being placed in the government funded 'system'
"Close friend from orphanage chose the system...Lived with many families...was never
happy...Was told entire life how to live." I continued as Michael and I boarded
the next available tram car, and continued on our way to the shopping malls in
the downtown area. "Was told who to marry...what to believe...No, life of gypsy
much better...more freedom." I continued with a smile. "Some people bad mouth the
gypsy...tell lies about us...say we are filthy...beg for food...those people don't
know...are jealous." I continued, as the tram car reached our destination, and
Michael and I disembarked in front of the entrance to one of the major shopping
malls in the city.
"Alexia...the one who flirt with you...she chose the system...became run-away...should
have become gypsy...the foolish girl.", I continued, a smirk crossing my lips, as
Michael and I headed from the tram stop, across the cobblestone walk way to the
front entrance to the mall.
Once inside the mall's double doors, Michael and I both 'heard' the 'call of
nature"-having both neglected to use the toilet before leaving my flat, and not
having thought to do so before leaving the church-.
"Restrooms over here." I said, having spotted the 'restroom' sign-written in
YOU ARE READING
THE BEAUTIFUL ONE~Volume One
FanfictionThe Beautiful One is the diary of Oksana Lancaster, a young gypsy living in Russia who receives unexpected assistance from "King of Pop" Michael Jackson (having arrived in Moscow a few hours earlier)