It'd only been a few months since I had been kicked from home. My parents finally had a mutual agreement that I should learn the ways of life and how to live on my own. I was a bit shocked, but not all too shocked, given the fact I often went off on my own. I had always depended on my parents up until the age of eight, and then I realized things aren't permanent. I began learning how to live on my own and no longer fully depended on them, though I knew I had someone to fall back onto. At the age of twelve, I realized I was adopted and had been a foster kid but was taken in at a young age, so I had no clue if the family I had was real or not.
Letting a thin, frail breath out, I tilted my head upwards, scanning the dark-grey skies. I shook my head in frustration, knowing it was to rain soon. It was mid-august and rainstorms had been moving in. I lived in London, though I lived in a part of London you wouldn't expect to be so much.. London. I guess you could say it was a dark, grey place. It wasn't all colorful, and it was mostly dreary. I hadn't always lived in London, in fact, I used to live in Tampa, Florida, always enjoying the sun. Stopping at a cross-walk, I smiled, remembering the fresh rays of warmth on my pale skin. As a little kid, I enjoyed the beaches.
"Hey!" An unknown voice shouted from afar. I shrugged it off, half-expecting it to be for someone else, though I heard it once more, "Hey! Kid!" This really frustrated me to be called kid. For crying out loud, I was 18! The guy who had called out to someone, or at least I thought it was someone else, began running. I didn't realize he was running at me until I turned to see him. My eyes locked with his light-blue luminaries that warmed me inside. Beautiful. I thought to myself, though I shook my head realizing once again.. He was a stranger!
"Uh.. A-are.. you t-talking to... me?" I widened my eyes. I saw a small nod from him, and them heat rose to my cheeks and he chuckled, stopping right in front of me, bending over whiling inhaling and exhaling frantically, "Are you okay?" I leaned down to look at him, shoving my mitten-covered hands in the side pockets of my dusty blue jeans, and shrugged up my shoulders to adjust my medium-grey hoodie I had on.
"Yeah, I... uh.." He breathed heavily, trying to catch up on oxygen, "Never mind.." He muttered, peering around at the crowds of people walking across the streets while cars stopped at red-lights and awaited their turn to zoom on on the road, "You're not from around here, are you?" I nodded to his question.
"So.. are you going to introduce yourself, or let this continue to be awkward, given the fact you're a total stranger who was calling to me just a minute ago down the sidewalk." I lofted a brow, though he only replied with a grunt. A smile played at his lips and he stood upright.
"Ah, I should introduce myself," He laughed a bit, shaking his blonde hair, "My name is Dante. I'm 19, and I grew up here in these parts of London." He scanned my plum colored turtle-neck under my gray hoodie and then looked at my pearl-white converse, "So, I'm guessing United States?"
"Oh, uh.." I snapped from my line of thoughts and gave a brief nod, "Yeah." That was all how it started, and you may still not know my story, but you will by the end. I knew for a fact this guy was up to something, but I didn't know...