One day, Sofira was just living a normal life, hanging out with her best friend and his dog... Until she accidentally finds out her parents are alive and suddenly, her world as she knows it is turned upside down.
Quinten was enjoying his life of pop...
I head down for breakfast in my distressed jeans, cuffed at the bottom. A looped belt wraps around my pants for style, the end swaying side to side with each of my steps. My oversized graphic tee is rolled-in so it doesn't seem too big and baggy, hidden by my thin floral jacket that flows up even with the slightest bit of wind.
Life is good.
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I take a look at the unfamiliar coffee shop in front of me: NY Classic Coffee. The mocha paint looks freshly new and the interior: welcoming and nice. I smile, opening the door. It rings an unseen bell, and everyone in the room turns their head towards my direction, eyeing me. Oh.
I hold the door open for three people exiting, and I step further to the side when I find their very intimidating eyes seeping through me. I brush off the absence of a "thank you" before closing the door, walking up to the counter to make my usual order.
"Can I have a big mocha frappe without whipped cream please?" I wait in a seat after getting my change handed back, and I can't help but notice one of the other customers inspecting me from the corner of my eye.
Her hazel brown hair sweeps her shoulders, the curls gloriously bobbing every time she turned her head to whisper to her friend. Icy blue eyes glare at my birthmark, and I nervously rub against it as if it's a marker doodle. Her friend next to her makes a call, now also observing me. The contrast between the two strangers is apparent: one has light skin and the other, brown. This girl has red highlights in her hair, matching with the blood red lipstick she sports.
"He's the last one," she mumbles, turning her head to the side. Her hair covers her lips so I can't make out anything else. I turn back towards the front, looking at the worker. He hasn't even started making my drink, and I feel even more concerned for my wellbeing. I get up to leave, earning a hiss from one of the girls to my side.
Just as I get to the door, the three strangers who had left before opening the door violently, making me take a step back from fright. Two of them are girls, and the other: a boy.
The first girl's curly brown hair falls down to her petite shoulders, and I couldn't help but notice the freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Her fear struck heart-shaped face hides behind the boy. White boy. Dirty blonde hair dangles messily from his head in an attractive way, parting in the middle. His gray eyes make contact with mine, and I shudder before looking away. The girl, beside him, has clear dark skin that shines underneath the shop's lights. Her hair is beautiful: laid down to an afro in the back.
But before I even get to take another step, the boy reaches out to my chest and pushes me back towards my previous table. I open my mouth to say something but get drowned out by shushes from every person in the shop, excluding the worker... who's still not working on my drink. I'm hoping he calls the police, but he just stands there... watching.
"Libra, you have to come with us," the boy insists, raising his eyebrows with a sense of superiority. Not only am I scared, but I'm confused as to how this stranger knows my zodiac sign. Lucky guess?
"At least ask me out first," I joke, trying to get out of this very strange moment. He blushes, only finally taking his hand off my chest. I manage to get a chuckle out from the girl with blue eyes.
"This is serious Celestia," the dark-skinned girl scolded, an accent enwrapping her words.
Celestia rolls her eyes before continuing the conversation, "We can keep you safe."
I pause, "From what?" I make eye contact with each of them, left to right: freckles, lipstick, dark skin, Celestia, the boy.
The boy opens his mouth to speak again but gets interrupted, and we all turn our heads to the worker, "From me." All of a sudden, he reveals two pistols from underneath the counter and points them at the strangers interrogating me. I gasp dramatically with reason, but my body doesn't move.
The group of teens quickly backs up, leaving me in my seat in the middle of the room, and I hear one of them mumble, "A.I." Celestia pulls out a pair of pistols too, and I find myself looking back and forth between the two forces. Sweat begins to trickle down my forehead.
The boy tries to take a few steps back to me, holding out his hand. I make eye contact with him and he nods once, but he quickly steps back when the worker rings out two shots towards him. I scream, finally ducking. I look at the worker, who's outfit fades away as pixels.
I can feel the tears forming in my eyes as I keep my hands above my head, trying to shield myself from both people. I'm so confused. The worker turns into one of those agents you'd see in crime movies: wearing all black. And then it hits me:
The worker is the man from yesterday.
"What the fuck," I mumble under my breath, sniffling. The worker shoots again at the boy, and the latter dodges all of them with ducks, jumps, and steps. The group of teens in front of me had pushed tables and chairs in every direction, and I don't know how he doesn't fall on his face. Nevertheless, Celestia shoots back, causing the man to duck underneath his own cover: the counter.
I decide to crawl to the exit, but the man begins to shoot again and I duck again from fear. When I find myself with no pain, I look around to find that no one has realized that I'm almost gone. Then when I look back towards the exit, I find a fallen table blocking my way. I have to get up to exit.
And so I do, and I unintentionally get the attention of literally everyone in the room again. The worker, who I remember ducked under the counter before, grins, aiming at me instead of the previous boy. I gulp, turning around to run and leave.
"No!" the boy from across the room yells, and I hear a loud bang ring out. A big fall follows the sound, and I can't help but turn around again in curiosity. The boy's on the floor, blood pooling around him.
"Mateo!" a few of the girls scream, and Celestia begins shooting at the worker over and over again. I realize what has happened: the boy, Mateo, has shielded me from the bullet. I watch the girl with freckles pull on something... and Mateo's body is pushed over to her. I scream again.
Then the strangest thing happens, more strange than the previous things that have happened. Smoke travels out of Celestia's nostrils, and she blasts fire from her hands toward the counter as she screams in rage. The bursts of heat make me take more steps away from them again, but also away from the exit.
I don't even notice the dark-skinned girl next to me as I back up against the wall, "You're coming with us." She grabs a hold of my hand before randomly twisting her other. The windows of the shop shatter and the girl doesn't move a muscle to escape the falling glass. The teens, including me, escape as Celestia continues to send flames towards the man in black.
I cry. Life is weird.
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A/N
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