Floater

5

Jordan and Donatello found themselves riding in a jeepney with the girl that Jordan was trying to follow.

"Do you recognize her?" Donatello asked Jordan who was staring at the girl at the time.

"The only time I saw her was when she came to my room in the hospital." Jordan's brows furrowed. "But..."

"Maybe she's your half-sister!" Donatello exclaimed.

"Half-sister? Really?" Jordan said sarcastically.

"Nothing's impossible, honey."

"Please, stop watching noontime dramas, okay?"

Jordan slid beside the girl who was sitting diagonally to the window of the jeepney.

Jordan stared at the girl. He was fascinated with her look. She got the whole tomboy thing going on – the flannel shirt on top of another shirt, the Chucks, the black straight-cut jeans, the bonnet, the framed glasses and her messy curly hair pulled up on a pony tail. Her face looked pale for him, probably because he was accustomed to seeing girls with make up on.

     

“Look at that creepo.”, Donatello exclaimed. He pointed his finger to a greasy looking man sitting next to the two of them. The man was staring down a girl who was wearing her school uniform with a pencil skirt and trying her hardest to close her legs. He was smiling like a hound dog and about to make a joystick move.

     

The girl saw what the creepy man was doing. She opened the egg carton that was placed on top of the items in the grocery bag. She grabbed one egg and threw it right at the man’s head.

     

The man was startled which caused him to stop the ugly deed he was doing. He touched his head and saw the yolk sliding down his palm. He looked around the jeepney to see who could have done that to him. When he turned his head to the girl Jordan and Donatello were following, she played clueless and shrugged.

And in the nick of time, she was already at her stop. Before she could get off the vehicle, she looked at the school girl and winked at her. The school girl, seeing that she will be left alone with the driver and the pervert, got off the public vehicle.

     

“Thanks, miss.” The school girl blew a sigh of relief.

     

“Is this your stop?” The girl asked while she checked out every bag that she was carrying.

     

“No. If I waited for my stop, the man could have already ripped my clothes off.”

    

“Good point.”

     

Another jeepney passed by. She signaled it to halt.

     

“Thanks again, miss.” The school girl said with a smile and rode the vehicle. The girl waved goodbye to her. She grabbed her groceries and rode a tricycle. Jordan and Donatello tagged along the mysterious girl.

     

After five minutes of riding a tricycle in the middle of a rainy night, the girl was dropped off at a bungalow with lots of plants at the front porch. She walked down a paved walkway that was already puddled by the rain, Jordan and Donatello floating next to her. When they got inside the house, she rubbed the soles of her shoes on a doormat and carefully placed the grocery bags on the floor.