A flickering light woke me up, and I found myself leaning back on a poster about jeans making your butt look bigger. With disgust, I slid down the bench and suddenly gaze into the sky. About two or three stars are hovering in the sky, either being a very real chunk of burning gas, or super slow airplanes. Either way, the sky was clear with no clouds that might have hinted a sweet and sour rain. It was just the beginning of summer, and I was spending my first day sitting on a bus stop, counting the seconds go by. However, the fact that I won't be able to attend the graduation ceremony gnawed at me.
Suddenly, rhe blinding light of my screen flashed over my face, making my eyes squint and lose focus in less than a second. Suddenly, I heard someone sit on the other side of the bench, flipping through the pages gently. I looked over to the side, moving my sweater hood behind my ear.
A woman, probably around her late twenties, had her super long legs crossed. Her hair was so dark, it almost blended into the dark shadows on the street, and her pale skin was accompanied with big, rectangular glasses and three black rings all along her cartilage. The dim lighting of the night faded her exact face, but she was the epitome of SUPER pretty.
"What is a senior highschool like you doing on the streets at night? Aren't ya' supposed to be studying?"
I jolted ever so slightly, but I replied with a low growl in my throat, "Excuse me?"
"I bet you can hear me without that hood covering your ears," the woman said, looking at me from the corner of her eyes.
I rolled my eyes at her and argued, "Thank you for your 'concern,' but I really don't need it."
I leaned back once again, and crossed my arms, just to trick her into thinking I was sleeping, soundlessly. Nonetheless, she chuckled and whispered, "Just wanted to check with you. I guess I can't stop you."
She drops her novel into her bag, and leaves quietly, without leaving a trace. I notice a small piece of paper lying on the cold green bench, and it reads:
If you need help, just text XXX-XXX-XXXX807Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3Y7qg0Tmo
It's the least that I can do.
I don't know whether to think of this as something extremely creepy, or kind of helpful. After giving her the attitude, I began to feel a small imp nagging in my stomach. She didn't do anything wrong. Neither did Mom. And there I was, just plain furious with myself. Guilt and a weird form of regret chilled the tips of my fingers as I reluctantly reflected upon my actions in the past couple of hours. The overly dramatic hate towards a stranger, the running away from home to find Mom, everything. However, I shook my head ferociously to dissolve the doubt in myself and shoved the pice of paper into a pocket.
I climbed up the disturbingly large stairs, and flicked in the money. There were only about 5 or 6 heads bobbing up and down in the whole bus. Still having a few shady clouds floating above my head like a McDonald's commercial, I found a seat in the middle with no one else. Holding my backpack close to my chest, I closed my eyes to enter the dream world. I searched through my backpack to take a look at mom's note, but it had vanished. Disappeared into thin air. Confusion knocked at my brain's door, but the exhaustion from all the random emotions locked it out. I probably left it back at the house. Instead, I reached for Mom's softest lilac scarf. It might be a bit weird, trying to preserve the forgiveness and understanding for your my mom with a scarf, but it was all I had. A picture would be to 2-D, so I decided to find something that'll remind me of her everyday. Even though the scarf had calmed me down a bit, suspicion, worriness, etc.... They all punched my joyous feelings away.
After safely placing the scarf back to the bottom, my eyes can't hold on much longer, so I drift off to sleep as I hear a few footsteps coming toward my seat....
To be continued....
A/N: Ughhhhh I'm so sorry for those of you who are reading this!! This issue is WAY too short for even my comfort, and I'd have written at least 7 or 10 minutes if I had the time. It's getting a bit harder balancing Penana and school, but I'm trying my best lmao.
Edit*: 2017: I changed this chapter quite a bit (still some mistakes. Tsk Tsk Tsk, past self. You suck at grammar and spelling. You too, present self!) And don't worry. Birdie will for sure get her diploma and everything when she comes back from her adventure! (Or will she... dun dun DUUUUN)
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