Prologue
One little thing, one little movement, one little word, it can all make a person change their life entirely.
For Quinn, the word was "child."
Perhaps, if you looked at her as she sat on the bus on her journey to her brand new home, you would see an adult. You would see her hair pulled into a practical bun, you would see her red and white striped shirt that matched her red glasses and shining white sneakers so well, and you would see her plain black bag.
She sat in the front row, directly behind the bus driver, for the optimal time of arriving at her destination. It was already early evening, and Quinn had been traveling all day, through buses and taxis that all smelled musty with the wetness of the animals and humans that climbed aboard. She was exhausted and bored and ready to get up and move, although she would, of course, contain it, being the mature adult she was.
Since she was not expecting any company, Quinn pulled out the morning's newspaper from her bag and began to read.
"Is this seat taken?" asked a voice to her right not two minutes later.
Standing next to her in the aisle was blue-furred cat wearing a sleeveless red sweater and a big grin.
"No," said Quinn, moving her bag from the seat beside her to her lap.
"I'm Rover," said the cat, extending his paw out to her.
Quinn took it in her hand. "Quinn."
"Where are you from?" asked Rover curiously. "I know just about everyone from around here and I've never seen you."
There was a brief moment of silence, just long enough to be awkward, before Quinn replied. "I'm from a small town very southwest of here. I'm moving to Lyric."
Rover's eyes widened, although Quinn thought they couldn't possibly get any bigger. "Lyric, huh? Interesting...it's sort of a small town, you know?"
"It's for work," Quinn informed him.
"Work? You're pretty young for a job to move you anywhere."
Quinn's cheeks reddened slightly. "I'm not that young." She turned and stared out the window at the raindrops that raced each other down the glass.
Taking this as a signal that the conversation was over, Rover struck up conversation with a bird that seemed to be an old friend across the aisle.
You're just a child.
I am not a child.
A/N: I know it's kind of short, but actual chapters will be a lot longer, I promise! Please review. :)