Beyond the Zebra Crossing

My name is Sierra James, and I have had absolutely, positively, no independence growing up. My parents were there for everything and legitimately held my hand for every step I took. So I decided to do the craziest thing, I left the nest. The nest that was so peaceful and nurturing, so warm and friendly. I left the nest to wander into the big "bad" world. To go on adventures and seek excitement. To roam the earth and create an exhilarating experience that I want to call my life. Even though, my parents sent me here only for college, so what? For once I was going to take my life in my own hands and tightrope over mountains, ALONE. I was going to do the things that people dreamed of, the things that I dreamed of, the things they show in movies, the things that INSPIRE movies. The whole world was going to be my oyster. But little did I know, I wasn't the only one. Wherever I was, so was he. Whatever I wanted, so did he. But whoever I was, he wasn't.

Jordan Summers. Had met me at the traffic lights before the zebra crossing. That frustrating moment when the green person takes one billion years to flash, and the red light stops the cars. Where you press the silver button one thousand times, waiting for the transition of light. There he was, also looking beyond a zebra crossing. I just don't know which one, or why? But he was. The rich boy from a spoilt family, throwing money down the gutter, wearing posh shoulder sweaters and bearing a preppy, walk in wardrobe. With chandeliers made from diamonds, dangling over his narcissistic head, and the red carpet beneath his feet, I despised him. I despised him for everything he was. But something changed between us, I don't know if it was a transition of light, but the green lights flickered and red ones dimmed. The walk along was shorter, but it only took me till beyond the zebra crossing to find out.