The wind howled, the swings in the park creaked back and forth, and a young woman tiptoed through the black night. She had layers upon layers of clothes on her back, and she was carrying nothing but a duffle bag stuffed of stuff and a purse, also stuffed.
She didn't turn her back for anything, and she had one destination in mind.
She stopped walking when she reached a bus stop.
Five minutes past, and the young woman shuddered at the cold, and rubbed her arms on her shoulders trying to warm herself up. She could see her breath, the air was so cold.
Two more minutes past and she saw a shadow of a figure approach her.
"Huh, I didn't think any more of your kind existed" the figure stated.
The young woman looked up at the figure and noticed it was an old woman.
"Excuse me, but what are you talking about?" The young woman asked, confused.
"Ah, you don't know? There are only special people who can find this bus stop. They tend to be running away from something or someone. Are you running from something, young woman?" the old woman held an emotionless expression.
"What does that have to do with anything?" The young woman asked, looking at the old woman like she was crazy.
"Oh it has everything to do with everything. I haven't seen your kind here in many years. The last was when they started that school up on the hill long ago, and all of the youngins fleeted there," the old woman answered.
Before the young woman could comment, a bus had appeared. The young woman stared at it before getting on it.
She sat down on a bench seat and looked out the window to where the old woman had been standing, but she was no longer there.
"Where are you going Miss?" a voice asked, so suddenly, that it took the young woman out of her trance.
She turned towards the voice, to find it belonging to the bus driver.
"The school up on the hill" The young woman answered.
The bus driver nodded, and drove the bus up the hill.
When the young woman stepped off the bus, she looked up at the school.
East Albuquerque School for the Gifted
The school plaque read in English, Spanish, and a language that the woman recognized, but didn't know. A language that had been lost in her memory, but was now slowly inching it's way out.
What the young woman didn't know, was that the plaque read in whatever language(s) the reader of the sign knew.
Everything looked a little eerie, since it was nighttime.
The young woman looked back at the bus to find it was gone. It disappeared without a sound just like the old woman did.
What the…? The young woman thought, very puzzled, and was getting even more puzzled by the second.
What have I gotten myself into? The young woman asked herself, before making her way up the big stone steps of the school, that stood before her.
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