Hi guys! My name's Lissie. This is my first real story, so please don't smite too badly if you find any errors! Also, English is my third language, I learned Afrikaans and Dutch first, so I may slip up on grammar and spelling. If I do, please don't hesitate to tell me so! Any feedback is greatly appreciated.
PS: I own NOTHING!. Enjoy!
I always hated my life at home. My mom and I never got along; my younger sister hated everything about me. My dad was nowhere to be found. I know, that's people a lot worse off, but to me, my life sucked. My only outlet was Katja, my mother's great great-aunt. I never met her, at least, not in person. But I've seen pictures of her, and read her numerous journals. She looked exactly like me, same hair and eyes color (from what I can tell of the black and white photos). Her face in my mirror image. Her expressions are just like mine, too. Also, her attitude towards everything is the same as mine. Sarcastic, pessimistic, moody. Reading her journals is like reading my own. I wish I could have met her in person. But she died when she was 26, on her way to work. Some bastard mugged her, and pushed her in front of a car. She died instantly. Sometimes, I "talk" to Katja. I kind of consult her on things. The same way you would talk to a close friend. And, she answers back. I know, I know, I belong in an asylum. What else is new? I'm not sure if it's really her, like her prizrak (ghost) or just my imagination. Or maybe I'm Katja reincarnated. I'll never really know.
The day my life changed was an ordinary, sunny day. You know, the ones that normal kids love, and go surfing in. Me? I was at a farmers market, picking up some fresh fruit. My mom and I had just gotten into a fight about my hair. This morning, I woke up, and felt the need to do something drastic. So I shaved most of it, except for my chin length, navy blue bangs. My mom almost fainted.
"In the old country, you could have been executed for looking like this." She had screamed.
On my way to the market, I had picked up some groovy looking red Buddy Holly glasses. I was the designated family freak. I can't wait for my perfect little sister to see me. I was wearing my favorite outfit, some galaxy print tights, a pair of high waisted blue-pink tie dyed shorts, and a long black tank top. I know, holy mother of hipster. I try not to be too much of a pastel hipster, I mainly just dress the part. It's the fashion I love the most, not the annoying "I hate the mainstream" and "I drink shitty beer" hipster stereotype. At the market, I got lots of stares. I know I'm sort of asking for it, but I hate it when people stare at me. I don't dress the way for attention, or shock value, I just love the fashion. I feel so trapped and plain when I wear normal clothes. I bought some pomegranates and kiwis as fast as I could. I was walking to my car when it happened. A huge semi came out of nowhere, and was headed towards me. This was weird, because I'd never seen semi trucks at the market.
Get out of here, NOW! cried Katja, in her thick Russian accent.
This was strange. Most of the time she spoke to me in simple Russian, something she insisted I learn. She spoke fluent English, but tried not to use it. I ran out of the way. It came to a screeching halt. A weird looking guy jumped out, and ran to me. He was dressed in dark jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket. His hair was fiery crimson, and his eyes were a weird aqua color. I thought he was making sure I was ok. Run, Hinata, stay away from him! Katja insisted. I turned to go to my car, but he grabbed my arm, and in a gruff voice said, "Come with me." I started to say no, but he flashed a gun at me. My voice died, and I obeyed him. I felt so disgusted with myself.