Arabella - Arctic Monkeys
A fresh faced girl exits the only home she's ever known, with an admittedly cold farewell.
She swings a black rucksack onto her narrow shoulders and pulls along a red wheeled suitcase with her right hand.
Already feeling the surprising heat, she decided she had dresses in the wrong attire for the rare chance to actually tan her skin, which looked almost translucent in some places it was that pale.
Blue ripped skinny jeans accompanied a white top, leather heeled Chelsea boots, a leather jacket, and a pair of aviator sunglasses to shield her big azure eyes, flecked with jade. Her hair came in tones of champagne, platinum, and gold, and had a side parting. It reached to just below her shoulders, all the same length. It was a guarantee that her fantasies of long, flowing mermaid-esque hair would never come true.
She paused for a split second on seeing the already heaving train station.
It was full to bursting of people just like her, on their way to university in London. Most were with their parents and family, and the fact that she was alone almost got to her.
She walked purposefully through the crowds, dodging and weaving. She decided to stop off and get something to eat, considering she hadn't had anything for fifteen hours, three minutes and four seconds. She stopped at a small shop, fished for some change, and bought a green apple. She took a satisfying crunch, and then continued.
Spotting her train, her stomach did an unexpected flip. she sighed quietly to herself. She really did hate having feelings. As she got closer, she counted the carriages. There were fifteen on the concrete coloured train. She took out a folded ticket from her back pocket, and realised she would have to walk the length of the train. As much as she had protested, her mother had booked her a first class seat. She walked past the crowded standard class carriages. The girl watched people filing into the train, and she joined them, in the last carriage.
Being blinded by her own train of thought, she bumped rather violently into a women, and, looking up to apologise, she did what she had always done since she could remember.
Female, Caucasian, early thirties, no, late twenties, stupid. She kicked herself mentally. Coming from London for a break visiting family, her sister. Doesn't seem too happy about it. Judging from the dress and frown lines so early in life, I'd bet on a business woman, under a lot of stress. A lot. The brand of make-up she's wearing can only be bought from a special, extremely expensive and exclusive one off shop in France, indicating she's out to impress, and is single.
"Watch it! Idiot!" I can't tell if that's the stress or the Londoner in her talking.
"Say hello to your family for me whilst you're trying to impress them, would you?" She watches as the woman's face flits through emotions, shock, anger, back to shock, and the reassuring confusion that meant Ramona had guessed right, except that was always the case.
"I- I'm sorry?" She paused, wondering if she should continue on her path on confirming this woman of her worst fears. "How... How do you know that?" Her eyes were wide.
"I didn't know, I guessed. I know now though." She smirked. "Listen, your sister's probably jealous of all your success, or something."
"Thank you-" She said, looking to the leather clad eighteen year old, searching for a name.
"Ramona." She replied. The older woman smiled a genuine smile.
"Have a good day."
"Have a good life." She left the woman coldly, and left her slightly in shock that someone could know all that, and then leave as if it was nothing. She mused as to the fresh hell normal people must face in their lives every day, not knowing everything there is to know about a person within five minutes of meeting them.
She smiled to herself. As arrogant as it sounded, she loved how her mind worked unapologetically. How the cogs turned. Never been smart, but always observant, always able to piece together the complicated puzzles that were people. As far as she could tell, this was a unique talent that she possessed. Or perhaps I'm being pretentious again. She shrugs indifferently and puts in her headphones, and slides into her window seat, putting her larger red bag on the holdall above, and puts her rucksack in between her feet. part of a six, with a table, thank god. she doesn't bother to take her sunglasses off, the sun still blaring in her face.
"Ramona! This is happening! We're moving to London!" she squeals, as an old woman with white hair glares over at them, annoyed. Ramona almost jumps up out of her seat at the sudden noise.
"I don't think the whole train needs to know that, Hannah!" she says, chuckling and pulling her best friend into the seat next to her.
"Sorry! I'm just really excited!" she had an extremely endearing personality, one that reminded Ramona of a golden retriever. loyal, innocent, and 100% happy at all times. you couldn't help but adore her.
"Wonder who we're sharing this with." Hannah wondered out loud.
"Seeing as we're in first class, I'd be surprised if we got any more people on this carriage." She said.
And, as if just to prove her wrong, two men walk over, and slide into the seats opposite them.
The men were an odd pair, and that was putting it lightly. The one opposite Hannah was a small man, with a weathered face and wearing a jumper.
The man next to him could have been a polar opposite. Her mouth parted slightly, already feeling drawn in by the surprisingly enigmatic eyes that were focusing on his phone.
He had high, sharp cheekbones, with curly raven hair, that had a chaotic order to it. His eyes were sapphires compared to his alabaster skin, an angular nose and a killer cupids bow. He was dressed sharply, in an expensive looking coat, and a suit with a purple shirt, a few buttons casually undone, to reveal a beautiful neck, as he turned his head to look out of the window.
She didn't know why she felt the way she suddenly did, but it made her feel physically ill.
Ramona knew one thing for sure: This man was trouble.
First chapter!
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