So let’s get this straight. My name is Rose, and I'm not your typical teenage girl. I'm different from the others, but not that type of different. I never really fit in with the other kids. It wasn't because I was bullied or anything though. I guess I was just born to be an outcast. My interests were common, reading and listening to music. I was into singing and dancing as well, but those weren't my everyday hobbies. It was only when I felt sad about something, that those helped me let my feelings out.
To be honest, I never really had any friends before. My family was somewhere on the surface of this planet, I don't know. I ran away a few years ago, taking along some of my most valuable belongings, including my savings. I earned a lot of money through the years from getting jobs, or selling my belongings. I now lived in a town house by myself. May seem a little lonely since it's pretty big, but you get used to it.
I'm not a very lovable person from my opinion. What's there to like, anyways? I'm 5'2, have dark brown hair, golden tanned skin, brownish blackish eyes that always shined like pearls, a good sense of humour, my clothes usually always involved black within it, and I was into books, and music. There wasn't much, probably why no one liked me.
The last time I actually even talked to a human being was a few years ago. Some guy I bumped into at a book store. We were apparently after the same book, To Kill a Mocking Bird. If you don't know, it's one really popular book. I thought I should try it, after I've heard so much about it.
--Flash back--
After I had bought my new book, I was heading to the music store. The moment when I spoke to the guy I bumped into was when we bumped into each other again. I think that was when I realized I had an unknown hobby. When the guy noticed who I was, he accused me of following him. I replied with a simple nod, no, and walked away with my favourite artists' album.
"Lana Del Rey? Oh man, I love her!" He said in amusement.
"Me too...” I whispered while paying at the cashier.
He just stood there afterwards, and stared at me and the album in the grasp of my hands. He didn't do anything but show a small grin on his face. "So..." he started but appeared to have forgotten his English vocabulary. I stood there quiet as always. For a minute, I was about to say something, but I turned and started to walk off.
"Wait!" he said in a loud volume while running after me. "I didn't get your name."
"Rose." I replied quietly. I kept walking. I really wasn't good at conversations with people, probably because I haven't spoken to anyone in a while. The guy stood in front of me for a moment, before sticking out his hand. His expression changed after I left his hand just lying in the air. He looked at me as if I was an alien. I seemed like I didn't know what was even happening. Then, he finally said something.
"I'm Jacob. Nice to meet you." he said as he grabbed my hand to shake it. I really didn't know what to do, but just stand there not knowing what the situation at the moment was. I shook his hand, nodded, and started to trail off. Jacob stayed in the same spot, but as soon as I turned the corner, he walked away.
--Present time--
I probably remembered what Jacob looked like. About 5'8, dark brown hair like me, light tanned skin, green eyes that shined like mine as well, and he wore black and red, a lot. Although I've only seen him once, he might wear different colours for all I know, but he had the same taste as me, which was pretty amazing. I haven't met someone like him before. He just seemed different from other guys to me, especially different from fiction characters. Jacob was unique to me. Although it didn't matter anyways, I'd probably never see him again.
