Time

Lonely

I spend all of science trying to figure out where I've seen Clara before, but I still remember nothing at all. I have been to many places, so perhaps I've just seen her in a crowd or walked past her. Although, everyone in this town seems like they've never left it before. This is actually the first time I've been to Kingsland. It isn't awful, but it is cold and very windy. Usually, I stay in places where it is warmer, but I suppose this weather has given me an opportunity to wear my coat for once. At lunch, I sit alone with my headphones in. Clara's table was full of people who, I am assuming are her friends but when I last checked she looked a bit overwhelmed. She then makes her disinterest clear as she pulls a large book out and starts reading whilst everyone else is chatting around her. I stifle a laugh and keep my head down. The time goes by painfully slowly until finally, the bell rings for the final periods of the day. I head off to French class and pretend to listen attentively even though I wanted to fall asleep, and then finally social studies starts and ends quickly.

I rushed out the room and pulled my keys out of my pocket whilst heading to the parking lot and fled in my black Toyota Corolla. I'm aware I can afford a better car, however, I chose something a little less obvious, the last thing I need is to draw attention to myself.

When I arrive home it is about four o'clock. I head inside and hang up my coat. Sometimes I can't help but think how nice it would be to have someone to greet me at the door when I come home. I had it built for me in advance so I could move here without having to rent or stay in a motel. I made sure it wasn't too close to town to ensure I wouldn't run into anybody. I like to own a house because sometimes it feels like if I actually own a property, then maybe I can stay for longer, it gets tiring having to move around constantly.