Jemisha's P.O.V.
We didn't stop much(not exactly my decision) and honeslty, I had never slepped worse in my entiry life, than I had on this trip.
Did I care? No.
Slepping this poorly was sort of refreshing.
Though I was still exited when Rainbowgirl - wait, no, Mel - finally allowed us to stop in a small village.
We seperated and quite frankly I did not care if she ran away. Maybe I would have been a teeny tiny bit frustrated 'cause i would have needed a plausibel ecxuse.
Therefore I was slitely relieved when my eyes met hers through the rather crowded street. The sun waas setting and I had wandered around, shopping, all day.
I smiled at her like I had done more than a few times before. She, for some reason, did not smile back.
She turned the other way and my smile turned even more into a grimace.
"Rainbowgirl" I called after her. "Mel"
The nickname seemed to snap out of her thoughts. She quickly spun around, her eyes looking for whoever had called out.
I waved and she slowly came over.
Fine, we were not best friends, but did she have to seem so careful with her actions?
"How do you know that name?" she asked, somewhat warily.
Than a lock of her hair fell from under hood.
Brown.
Brown?
Mel did not have brown hair and I was almost 100% certain of it.
Which could mean one of two things; Mel had dyed her hair real fucking quick or this wasn't Mel. Most likely the latter.
The girl had Mel's stormy grey eyey and the freckles that covered most of both their faces looked similar.
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