Hidden Temples

(1) Anti social

                               (Rue)
I walk down the stairs of my house and catch my parents sitting at the dining table, sorting through my fathers work papers.

"We're you going Rue?" My mother says eying me suspiciously.
"To the library."
I sighed, she should be used to me going there, I go there almost every day. My mother doesn't even care about were I go, or anything I do. She's only interested in helping my dad get this promotion, to go on a months worth vacation, which I am not allowed to go on by the way, not that I want to anyways. But what stumped me is why she would start caring now?
I shrug it of, grab my satchel, and fling it over my shoulder.
I drape my black leather jacket over me, grab my keys, and lock the door behind me.
I take a deal breath, and the fresh fall air of London, fills my lungs.
The wind always seems to calm me, guide  me even, whenever I'm lost. swear it even whispered things to me, but that's not the only thing I hear.

I reach in my sachet and grab my earphones.
Ever since I was ten I'd been hearing stuff, in my head. I used to think that it was crowds, or people around me. But it's not.
The loud music is the only thing to drain out the noise. I never told anyone, no one would get it. That's only one of the strange things about me, why no one liked me, why no one payed attention to me, but that was fine.

I came close to one of the bus stops on the way to the library.
I sat down on the bench and pulled my long dark brown hair behind my ears.

My mother has orange hair, while
My fathers is dark brown.
Despite my mothers rude behaviour towards me, she is quite pretty.

I rubbed my eyes, another weird thing about me.
Everyone thought I hadn't come from my parents, and actually, neither did I.
My parents hazel brown eyes, were nothing like my light light blue eyes, no, not even blue, more like a light grey.
My parents were quite slim, but I was even skinnier, not that they care about my health.
I tugged at my black jacket, which  slowly getting hot from the Sun' burning hot rays.

I usually wear all black, while my parents wear all colours. their one of those couples that wear all colours because, "first impressions get someone to trust you," as my mom says. And that means more vacations.
Yay.
We really have nothing in common, but I like it that way. I'd want anything but to grow up to be like them.

I get on the bus and sit on one of the seats at the far side.
I turn up the volume on my earphones. The voices are incredibly and unnaturally loud today, and they're giving me a severe headache.
I take my pain killer pills out out of my bag and swallowed the pill without any water.
My mom thought it was weird, but I didn't. I'm not afraid of a small little pill, that was made for specifically not to choke on.

I jump off the bus, and walk with my hands in my pockets, to the library.

"Welcome back Rue,"
Mr. Elise said, flashing his most friendly smile. The plump old man smiled as I take my books out of my satchel, and he puts it in his trolley, and turned his pink puffy cheeks back to me.
"So, were did you go this time."
I turn to look at him.
"Florence Italy," I say.
He beams.
"So were you going now?"
"Sadly no were, I've gotta do some assignments."
He chuckles.
Mr. Elise is a really good friend, and frankly my only friend.
Witch I kind of weird cause he's 50-something.
But he lets me keep my books a few days after the due date.
I grab my new books, and hand them to Mr. Elise, who scans them and then hands it back.

"Don't forget to bring them back on the exact due date," he says.
He winks.
I grin.
"Thanks Mr. Elise!" I call from the door, then I leave.

As I walk out of the library, my stomach growls. I decide to go to the caffe to get something to eat.
I walk two blocks before coming to a caffe, my favorite one actually.
I push the door open, and the bell above me chimes.
I grab the nearest table and wait for the waiter to come.

From the corner of my eye I see someone staring at me, I don't want to let them know I saw them, but I was to  tempted not to, so I spin my head around to see a teenage boy, who looked about my age. He was leaning against the door frame, with a brown leather jacket that matched his tight white t-shirt.
His short light brown hair, was turning gold from the reflections of the sun. His perfectly shaped face held a small patch of freckles on his nose, and under his eyes, and he has the most curious of eye colours, they looked green with large specks of blue in them. I have to admit he is a good looking guy, but why is he staring at me?
His face was hard to read, but he looked curious, and scared. Almost as much as I was feeling.

Just then a man walked by covering the boy for a split second, but when the man passed, the boy was no longer there.
I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things. But he was there, and then he vanished, just vanished.
"Hello may I help you?" The waiter says taking out a pen, smiling at me warmly.
I stand up, no longer hungry.
"Um...no it's fine, I was just...leaving."
As I left I felt her eyes follow me out the door.

I had to go home.
I took the shortest bus root home, and ran inside.
My parents didn't say a word. Oh good they're back to normal. That's one less weird thing I have to figure out today.
I run up to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed.

Well that was strange.

I grab my books from my satchel, and flipped through the pages in my notebook.

'I'll just do my homework, and then I'll head off to bed,' I thought.
But I knew that wouldn't happen. and I was wright.

At night I couldn't fall asleep, and when I did, all I dreamt about was that boy. I replayed the scene in my dream. No one could just disappear like that.
Could they?