Ollie tapped nervously on her steering wheel, taking glances to the left and right. People were staring, one of her worst fears. She hated when people stared at her. Who knew what they were thinking? It wasn't fair to her. She had been in the little town for two months, only making one friend, and still being looked at like she was a new face in an unfamiliar town. In more than one way, she was.
Ollie was tall and slender, with long blonde hair. Blue eyes and freckles were also a part of her features. Ollie had never thought of herself as pretty. Just average. Well, in her old town she did. Here in Nixidy, Arizona, Pale skin, blue eyes, and blond hair was unnatural. That's one of the reasons Ollie was an outcast.
Ollie flipped through the radio stations, and landed contently on 89.2. Unbreakable by Fireflight had just begun, and Ollie sang along, wondering why it was taking her mom so long in the grocery store. She never understood why people spent so long in places like Piggly Wiggly or Winn Dixie to buy four items. It was plain stupid in Ollie's mind.
Ollie noticed her mom finally exiting the store. Ollie sighed in relief. Nobody stared at her mom, just Ollie. Unlike Ollie, her mom was tan. She had long black hair, and green eyes. More common and accepted here in Nixidy.
"Sorry that took so long, honey, I got caught up with a person from work," her mom said, sitting in the passenger seat.
"Whatever mom, let's just get out of here," Ollie said, shifting the gear to drive. Pulling out of the parking lot, Ollie's mom changed the radio station.
"Jill! I was listening to that!" Ollie said to her mom.
"Did you just call me Jill?"
"Yes, I did. So put it back on my station or face the fury of The Ollie!" Ollie said, shifting her voice to sound threatening. Her mom laughed, changing the radio back to the first station. "Thank you." Ollie said. Her mom shook her head and continued looking out the windshield.
When Ollie finally pulled in to the driveway at her house, she sighed in relief. Nobody could stare at her here.
"Oh, Ollie, you have to babysit the Manson's kids on Friday."
Ollie groaned. [i]Stupid neighbors wanna hire the freak chic to babysit their kids?[/i]
"Fine, mom." Ollie said, sighing in defeat.