XxTebbyBearxX
Hushed whispers plagued me like flies, faces turning as I walked by. The only sound was the clicking of my shoes on the pavement in the empty space that followed me wherever I went, eyes boring holes into the back of my felt jacket in an attempt to scavenge some information I could be judged on. Watching the circus act cross the street, their eyes trailed me, as well as fragments of their quiet conversation.
That’s her, isn’t it?
She was much prettier on TV.
She seems rather boring, actually. I wonder if she flaunts her popularity.
I closed my eyes for a brief second, wishing to escape from the constant whispers, broken sentences flying around my ears. I breathed out slowly, my breath pooling out in front of me in a cloud, the bitter winter air too cold for even the birds to dare face the morning.
But there I was, squinting into the glaring sun, hands resting deep inside the pockets of my jacket. I couldn’t bring myself to wear my red one today, since it reflected nothing whatsoever of my mood. Instead I wore the grey one; dark, cold felt shaped to my body as I walked the icy streets of London. My name whispered in the wind, on the tip of everyone’s tongue as I walked through their field of vision.
Because my name was Jane Carter, and I was the next Avatar.