The Social Outcast

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Author Notes: Hey there my fellow reader, this is my first Teen Fiction...actually my first actual story X3 SO PLEASE GO EASY ON ME!!! =3=

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Yup, you suspected it. I pretty much have no social life and on top of that I am a total bookworm at the age of 16, dignity...barely there and I am moving away due to my sister (yet she isn't moving with me....right away, she's trying to convince her boyfriend to come with her)

yippie me!!! *sarcasm intended*

I guess you're wondering where are my parents. Well I, Scarlet Heart, unfortunately have no parents, they died when I was 13 but I'm not going to the details, i don't need to get more depressed than I already am. But luckily my sister was 20 at the time and took full custody.

Although I had to go through a lot of therapy..a lot

Anyways I was suddenly told by my sis that I was moving from Colorado to London in a matter days. She said she intended on coming but wants to try to convince her boyfriend to come. She's supposedly coming to London after she talks with her boyfriend about it. It might take 2 or 3 weeks to convince him or...break up.

After the discussion, she pecked my cheek, told me to pack in a week and then left the room, leaving me dumb struck that I was suddenly moving and only had a few days to pack!!! It didn't bother me as much, since I didn't have much friends to begin with (I wasn't even close to my only friends). Curse me and my lack of social standards!!!

A week later I was ready to leave. I looked at my once cramped apartment, which now only had boxes and left over furniture that we couldn't give or sell away and thought "great, this is really happening".

I walked out the door, hugged my sister goodbye and walked in a taxi that was awaiting me. The only person in there to keep me company was the taxi driver who reeked of cigarettes...gross.

I looked out the car window and saw an old park I used play in as a kid with my sis and my parents. Then I thought of the town holding such great memories of mom and dad and that soon I won't be able to see the places that hold all my memories again. Tears came out of my crystal blue eyes and rushed down my rosy cheeks and down my pale skin. This sucks.

I quickly wiped off the tears when i heard the taxi driver say "Ok here's your stop" while smoking his cancer stick. Again..gross, he's basically giving me 2nd hand cancer, thanks dude.

I walked in the airport, waiting hours until I handed my ticket and went inside the plane. As soon as I put my luggage away, I quickly went to a window seat, I was eager to look at the buildings from..above!!!

I know I'm lame but I don't care~...I'm on an airplane for the first time in my life!!!

After I was done sucking in the amazing view, I found myself slowly dozing off into slumber. I slept well until some idiot's snoring woke me up. I rised up ready to demolish someone's throat when I saw a middle aged man next to me. He seemed to be exhausted by the dark circles under his eyes so I decided to let him off the hook. Darn me and my kindness!! Say goodbye to sleep Scarlet.

He woke up a bit after and immediately took out his laptop and typed what looked like a research paper. It may be just my imagination but he had a bit of sadness in his eyes. I looked away as soon as he noticed me staring, but curiosity struck in when I saw a photograph he was carrying in his hand. I think he noticed me again..he's probably creeped out. As soon as I was about to turn away he said something.

"This is my wife and son if you're that curious about it." My face flushed...he really did find it creepy! After a minute of awkward silence, I finally said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." He looked at my embarrassed face and laughed. " It's ok, no need to feel bashful."

He smiled and surprisingly gave me the photograph. He pointed to a guy with chestnut wavy hair, his hair stuck right under his neck, his eyes were emerald green that glistened in the picture. He was muscular by the looks of it, he also seemed to be 5.9 or 6 ft by how tall he looked hugging his petite mother that looked alot like him by her same hair and eyes. I guess he got his fathers face and height.

His smile in the picture was gorgeous and real. Oh god I feel like a creeper, I don't even know him and I call him gorgeous like he's a celebrity."They look happy" I finally let out. The man sighed "Yeah" and I could've sworn he had a tear in his eye. "How old is your son?"

I swear I'm a creep, like he would tell me.

"16 and you" he said looking at his report. I was shocked, he was the same age as me."16 and your wife"

He frowned and said "She was 42" Was?! "Don't you mean is?" I'm an idiot. His voice was shaky "when she d-died last summer."

I felt guilty for bringing it up. " I'm sorry" that was all I can say.

After that I could only look out the window and stare at the acres of

trees and buildings from above.

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