Different

Bus

The breaks screeched and halted while I stood on my toes trying to reach our overtop suitcase.

Notice how I said "suitcase", I honestly had no possessions except what was on my back so what was Thirty's was mine, clothes, shoes (well kind of, he was 2 sizes bigger), hairbrushes and our money Josey leant to us. But not our toothbrushes, obviously.

I felt sick after the long ride. Meanwhile the bus stop we were at was in front of a Walmart so we ended up cutting through the parking lot.

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The sound of the automatic doors moving and the clashing of the metal carts hurt my ears, not to mention the fluorescent lighting that reflected off the signy whitish floor.

The person waiting at the entrance greeted us and I watched Thirty flash a smile at them in the small go kart/ wheelchair contraption he was riding in. We both thought it was a funny idea when I pointed to the thing plugged into a random outlet by the shopping cart, we soon knew though that'd he actually need to use it.

Ultimately I did like the pace it went. Wasn't too fast or slow when I walked by it. My bruises and cuts were still healing and it aches me when I walked too fast so this was alright.

Staring at the big "BATHROOM" sign I agreed to meet Thirty right here in 30 minutes while he looked at other things. We went our separate ways.

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The bathroom smells like cleaner and the lights, were dimmer.

I looked at myself for awhile in the huge clean mirror, no one was in here.

No longer did I feel sick.

I turned my body, looking at my skinny bones and then my facial features. Being here for only five minutes, I felt overwhelmed with the people, noise and lights..

I ended up going into a stall, putting down one of those paper toilet seat covers on and sat down. With my head in my hands for awhile I sat there.

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I, being used to the stares ended up walking through the candy section lost in non existant thoughts.

"Reese's or a pack of pop rocks?" The annoyed mother spoke to her young son.

The child cried while I stood in the aisle.

I thought about my Mother, the one I imagined.

She had bright blue eyes with brown hair and a short figure. All I could think about was the short scenario of her cooking me breakfast and maybe my brother or sister while my father got ready for work.

I felt a sense of content thinking about the stay at home mother I only imagined was real, but couldn't come to a conclusion to what I was going to buy. I might as well look for thirty, I thought approaching the end of the aisle where a long shelf full of children's toys were horizontal to the candy. Does Thirty's friends miss him? 

A hand grabbed my wrist.

I turned quickly, expecting Thirty.

Something sparked as my eyes met with a random young man's, I spoke the words I felt were reasonable.

"Excuse me."

His eyes widened and I watched them dilate. I kept a straight face.

"What happened?" His eyes were a sharp grey and looked full of concern.

At that moment I started thinking of possibilities of who he was. Does he look like me? That person I stared at in the mirror looked different than him. He was more.. together.