Metanoia, a Ghost Bird Fanfic

Lost Pumpkin

OK IM POSTING THIS BEFORE I CONVINCE MYSELF ITS NOT GOOD ENOUGH AGAIN 

*throws fanfic aggressively at your face*

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"Turn left" the electronic voice says, only slightly muffled by my hoodie pocket but still just as annoying to my ears.

I huff and turn right, set on displeasing the stupid phone voice as much as possible. I don't care if I don't get to the bus stop, I don't care if I end up in Mexico, I will never turn left! Never!

I stomp half way down the block while the navigator says "recalculating", like it has any say in where I go.

I grin and hope I'm making my phone as miserable as I am, I hope deep within its electronic mind it's raising its nonexistent robot hands in exasperation.

"Turn right" it orders as I immediately turn left, picking up speed as I try to get as far away from where it wants me.

"Recalculating"

I have the urge to see how far I can throw this piece of controlling crap. I dare it to order me around once more, try me phone, I bought you, I own you! Not the other way around! So tell me where to go one more time! TRY IT

"In a quarter mile, turn right"

I feel my fangs press against my bottom teeth as rage fills me to the brim. I pull my phone out of my pocket and glare at it, hoping a hole burns through its body and destroys its stupid computer brain forever. I'll jump on its remains.

When it doesn't disintegrate I look around and to see if anyone will witness me throw the phone to the freaking moon.

As soon as I look up the space around me seems to twist and stretch beautifully, cars around me sparkle as the sun rises and I can feel the air brushing against every blade of grass on the ungroomed lawn across the street. I feel like I'm floating and sinking at the same time as I try to make everything make sense. The colors and noise are overwhelming but at the same time it feels good, I'm buzzing with energy, the exact opposite of the haze I was in this morning.

I feel strange, like I'm on some really weird drug, or I'm an alien. What was in those cocoa puffs? Thinking about the sugary cereal I instantly am craving more.

"In a quarter mile, turn right" the voice repeats, bringing my attention back to it, it's full of coding crap. I turn it off and stuff it back in my pocket.

Ok Sang, stop staring at shiny cars and focus, right I'm trying to find my bus.

I have no idea where I am, somewhere in North Charleston.. Probably.

So using gps isn't an option, I have no idea where I'm going, and I have 10 mins before the bus is scheduled to get there. Crap.

What do I do?

To find a bus, you have to think like a bus.

As I'm channeling my inner-bus I look around and really take in my area, there isn't trash anywhere or drunk people, I don't even smell pot. Nope, this is not North Charleston. Where the heck am I?

I could've ran miles without even noticing. I have no clue how far I've gotten within the past few minuets. I would normally gauge how far I've gone by how drained I feel but I'm practically buzzing with energy on the sidewalk, it must be because of the blood I had.

I focus on breathing as I walk forward in a very human-like pace and fashion. I'm sure I'll find something that I recognize, then I can find my way back.