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CHAPTER ONE~~~~~~
I stopped again, inhaling the smell of the streets. Yes, it was bitter, and of course it was coated with pollution, but I didn't care. We'd be leaving tomorrow; I drew my fur lined coat closer to me. I'd miss New York, the hustle and bustle of the big city not to mention the cold. As though provoked another frost bitten breeze rustled my wiry dark red hair. My mother said it reminded her of roses, deep and ravishing.
Mother, so sweet, yet so hopelessly blind, Connor, her boyfriend -swallow- fiancé, was nice but totally irresponsible and arrogant. An image of the shifty eyed man-child swam before me, blocking out the park across the street. His brown hair cropped short to the scalp and that not so hidden tattoo of a skull scrawled across his right shoulder. He was not a nice man, not as nice as he fooled people to believe.
I wiped the thought from my mind. What did it matter who my mother married? I began walking swiftly towards the park. Even if he was a low life, scum bag. I gritted my teeth, angrily biting down the emotion that flooded up in me. So what, I didn't care, not in the least bit. I crossed the road and hopped onto the side walk. Okay maybe I did- just a bit, and it was not because I was throwing a fit over leaving my home.
Connor was a little worm, slippery and disgusting; and my mom was just another pile of dirt he managed to dig into. Just contemplating the way he thought made me nauseous! God he was such a slime bucket.
My sandals slapped for a second against concrete before I stepped of that and into the lush grass. Instantaneously I felt tension flee from my body, this park, it was my thinking place, the place I asked questions, and it was as familiar to me as the back of my hand. The bench nearby caught my attention and I strolled over to it, ah my old bench. As I settled into it a knot in my belly unclenched.
Maybe I'd just sit here and relax for a while- it was so nice. The sight of this place always made me feel light and buoyant, the sound of crickets chirping out the temperature, the smell of fresh greenery, the small bats flitting over head- wait, bats? I jerked my head up and froze. Yes bats were actually circling over me! I shrugged it off; there was probably a group of bugs swarming up there. But still, it was odd to see them here, my whole life I'd come to this park and never seen the flying little tikes; well perhaps I hadn't been looking. Glancing doubtfully up at the creatures I shifted uncomfortably and moved my attention over to the pond.
It was much more like a small lake, ducks and geese ruffled their feathers as they paddled away into the tall marsh like grass, turning in for the night no doubt. I jiggled the phone out of my pocket and flipped it open, 10:30- maybe I should consider hunkering down for the night. Though I was a fifteen year old girl(as of eleven o'clock tonight), this was a big city and, well- okay maybe I was a tad scared about creeps jumping out in front of me.
My friend Dian was always pestering me about that. 'Rebecca!' She'd say, 'quit being so paranoid!' Paranoid! Paranoid? I was so not paranoid. A flutter above my head made me shriek and I practically bolted to my feet. Okay I was a little. Brushing my pants off I glanced around with silver blue eyes, maybe I'd just- y'know, slip through the play ground and continue down the street till I reached the cardboard box house I inhabited?
Without a second to waste I took a deep breath and began a slow trudge over to the sand box area. I will not freak. I will so not freak! Around me everything seemed to fall quiet and every little sound was amplified to an extreme mini explosion.
