One morning Zaz was awoken by a strange presence. This was unusual for he usually slept in, but he mentally shrugged and got his clothes on. Zaz tried to smooth down his tousled black hair, but soon gave up and tousled it right back up.
He was short for 16, but made up for it in his looks. Zaz had jet black hair that was curly and unruly, and was skinny but in a muscular way. It seemed as if his eyes were indecisive; a brown circle surrounding a green inner and a golden smaller circle surrounding his iris. His cheekbones were angular, but not to angular.
Zaz was a run away, he had left his home when he was young and had been building his street smarts ever since. He never went hungry or was caught since he kept moving.
There was something about Zaz that would make you look twice at him. He knew he was different and he could see past the lies. Ever since he was a kid his real eyes realized the real lies. This was uncommon for children of Zaz's age but he took it for granted. He believed in his own self and nobody else.
Zaz was a very independent boy. So independent that he even had his own religion. His religion was that there were giant people up in the sky that controlled all the humans actions. This religion also incorporated the idea that humans never really died, their souls just ditched the body and went into a new one. In the new body, all the memories from the past lives would be held in a part of the brain that no one could get to, but the memories were all still there. People always laughed at Zaz and said he was a crazy fool and that YOLO was real.
But the saddest part was that that wasn't the only thing that people laughed at Zaz for. The kids at his school before he ran away used to laugh at him because he was interested in stocks and investments. After a while of teasing, Zaz just decided to go with the flow to spare himself of further humiliation.
A shiver ran down his spine, but again he just shrugged it off. He murmured to himself and thought 'it'll get warmer once you start moving...'
As he walked down the road he sang a song his grandma used to sing to him before she died: "Alone in this world; I'm just a lonely girl; I make my own destiny; no one to tell me where I belong; I will walk my path; made by me and my wrath; causing joy and suffering" but he couldn't continue for he was crying.
He hated emotions because they were his only weakness, the only connection to his past. While thinking to him self, he thought, 'well if all humans have emotions, then what makes us weak is our emotions, and our emotions are meant to be broken. Does this really make us Homo sapiens or just idiots. Why do we need emotions? Why? Why? Why?' Zaz thought but could come up with an answer so like normal he shrugged and kept on moving.
After a while of walking, Zaz saw a pastry shop and decided to drop in and get some pastries. Zaz was never really into veggies, so pastries were always welcome. He pulled open the door to The Gingerbread House, and the smell of sugar and batter wafted through the air and into his nose.
He hadnt had sweets in a while, so it was a nice change of things. A tall, lanky lady sat behind the cash register, idly picking at her nails. Zaz walked up to her and cleared his throat.
"Ummm.... excuse me? Can I have a cookie and two blueberry muffins please?"
"Is that all you will be having today?"
"Yes ma'am."
"That'll be 4.57$ please"
Zaz handed over the money and took his goodies. As he walked out of the store, he glanced over his shoulder and saw that the woman was gone. Zaz wondered where she had gone so quickly and silently to, but like every other unusual thing that morning, shrugged it off.
