Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 21

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Logan held fast into my hand as we exit the house. I was thankful I grabbed everything and packed them inside my backpack before we left.
The sky was overcast with dark clouds. It was going to rain soon, for sure. The street was bustling with angry drivers punching the car horn and some frustrated from everything.

Thick smoke gathered around so fast I couldn't register Logan's long figure in front of me anymore. He had quite the wary eye to be running at such a terrible atmosphere.

"Logan! Stop!" I pull over his hands. He finally stops. "Where's Mum?" I ask him.

"Mom said she'd be waiting for us at the park, you don't go anywhere until I say so" his eyes search the area.

"Why wouldn't she come with us till now?" I whine. "Shut up" He states before he pulls me around once more.

The rain tenses the more I try to focus on Logan -So I wouldn't get lost-. It pours on us, rinsing our clothes and of course, ourselves.
I take out my buttoned shirt and swipe it over my head, covering my body -if it even worked-, Logan had to go wet from the rain.

In the pounding sounds of raining and running people, something dings in my pocket. Not yet, I told myself before a hundred other messages come alongside it.
I slip it out, my fingers tapping the password until I reach my messages. It's Naomi. Clicking on her name, I read her messages.

"Look at the front" it said.

I snap my head up, stopping Logan while Facing a familiar person. Tiffany, except this time her hair was dyed in cyan. She wore a bright-red lipstick with a awfully thick mascara. She had that signature Selfish yet complacent look she always had on her face.
Another blonde haired girl was beside her. Her hair was shoulder length. That girl somehow looked familiar.

A different type of Smoke raises from there cigarettes. Probably some random drug. How in the world did Logan found a shitty girlfriend like her.

There napes!

My eyes snap wide as I zoom on the girls neck. Tiffany still had that mark on her nape, I suppose. But that blonde girl must be linked to this mess if she is marked too.
Tiffany whispers something into the girls ear before she bursts into loud cackles. She shows off her perfectly white set of teeth as something anomaly shines on her forehead.

It was the sign.

Except this time, it wasn't visible unless you flash a light on it. As the faint street lights illuminate her forehead, the same 'X' sign with smaller x's at the edges sparkle on it.

"...Foreheads decorated with 'X'..."

My mind flashes a memory of Thompson's notebook. Could she possibly be what I think she is?
I was interrupted out of my thoughts when Logan violently pulls me to the park.
The rain somehow got intense just as my thoughts did; everything I did was noticed by this damn rain that came on the worst timing.

Pulling my shirt tighter around my head, I allow Logan to lead me faster. Finally, we stop in a covered corner.

"Where's...Mum?" I tremblingly ask. He didn't answer. As expected. Whenever he's upset about something he pouts with a frown. "...Logan..." I ask him in hopes of a answer.

"Shut up" he responds. "Logan!" I whine.

"Alissa, for once please just stop trying to get into trouble" he finally breaks it. "Seriously? That's what you wanted to tell me?" I cross my arms.

"I don't have the time to argue with you-"

Mum suddenly appears with two, obese shopping bags in her hands. What the hell? Why would she be gone shopping?

"Alissa! Your here, take these" She lends one of them to me. As soon as she lets go my arm falls into the ground.

"Mom what the hell did you fill these with?" I groan.

"Just some homemade First-Aid kit I made at this situation" she approvingly brushes her chest.

"But mom, I don't even know what's going on" I whine. Her eyes flicker to me as she lends the other bag to Logan.

"I didn't know either, sweetie, I just heard an alley near us was attacked; so I told Logan to take you with him while I pack everything" she pitifully shakes her head.
She takes out three miniature plastics with sandwiches inside it before giving it to me and Logan while she ate the other one in her hands.

"Luckily, your amazing Mom grabbed these goodies for you" she smiles sweetly. I bite at my sandwich; more of a chicken sandwich. It tasted bitter in the pounding rain.

Who would've thought I'd be under a awning with my family, except dad -he'd be back in a few days-, and eating chicken sandwich.

And facing a blonde haired demon, I assume.