Rabbit On The Road

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Times moves fast unnoticed, like the wind in the air. Sometimes if we look closer we can see it, but sometimes, Maybe it should be kept a secret.

Maybe I shouldn't have found my mothers multiple stolen guns and illegal drugs under her bed. And maybe I shouldn't have told so many people. But here I am, at a bus stop in the west of Ireland with a suitcase awaiting my unknown uncle that I have not met before.

Nervousness shoots down my body as I wait for my last ride to come. I scan my clothing one more time in order to look at least a little presentable.

As gross as it sounds I could already feel the beads of sweat resting on my pale forehead. And my hands getting clammy.

I wrapped me coat more around my body as the cold air hit my skin. I was cursing my mother for doing this to me, but I can hardly blame her, she had been a drug addict since my dad passed away. She didn't know what she was doing half the time, fortunately she never laid a finger on me but sometimes cold harsh words would slip from underneath her breath loud enough so that I could hear.

I always knew this day would come, but it still came as a shock. I was still scared when I was questioned by the police even though I knew it was going to happen. I was still frightened when they told me my I was never to see my mom again, but as I said before, I knew it was going to happen eventually.

I let out a sigh in relief as I see the bus coming up over the hill. It comes to a stop and I slowly step in. There are only a small amount of people on the bus so it was easy to find a seat.

I found a seat down the back and closed my eyes, exhausted from the long trip. I tried to
relax my body on the chair but failed to find a comfortable position. After a while I gave up and just say looking out the stained window.

I let sleep take over and soon all I could see is darkness.

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I jolt awake and frantically look around. The bus has stopped and there is a woman sitting beside me, she looks my age, her brown eyes standing out with her blonde hair trailing down her back.

"The bus has stopped." She almost whimpers. I give her a small smile and nod my head.

"Thank you" I say, I grab my bags and make my way to the exit of the bus. I look at the photo I found of him in my moms old stuff, I was supposed to meet him at his house which is about a mile walk.

I used to just get a taxi or get someone to take me places back in my home city New York, but 1: I didn't have anyone to drop me and 2: there didn't seem to be any taxi services around here.

I grasp the handle of my suitcase and start walking down the road. In the picture he is standing outside his house. But this photo was most likely taken in 2007 so his house might have changed.

I ignore the aching pain in my head and keep walking.

I roll my eyes at the person who decided to send a 16 year old girl to Mayo and expect to find her uncles house and the only thing she has to identify him or his house is a picture!

I groan in frustration and finally reach town. I walk down the streets and catch some weird looks coming my way. What, they never seen an African American girl before?

I finally reach the outskirts of the town and see a bundle of little white cottages, each one looking identical to one another.

"What?" I say, obviously more frustrated then ever. My feet trudge against the cold stone ground, wishing I had brought more warm clothes I wrap my coat impossibly tighter around my frail figure.

This is going to be a long long day..

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Hello my amazing, talented, beautiful readers! Thank you for clicking on my book! I live in Ireland and it's such a beautiful country and Mayo is my favourite place to go and when you go there there's always sheep and rabbits on the road so I got my inspiration from that. Because me and my sister saved one that was very sick, we named him Marly and I thought it would be interesting to place the story in Mayo and so here's my book!

- Jules