The cool crisp air chilled me as my clunky neon doc martens scratched across the gravel of Santa carla boardwalk.
I had just arrived,and already I was feeling lonely,I had been named many things in my short life,a runaway,freak,weirdo
none of them affected me of such.
I no longer had a family and the money I had inherited from them I had put towards a small but
homely flat,on the outskirts of the busiest parts of Santa carla.I knew It was my fault my parents were dead ever since I was 14 years old I had been able to do things,change things some may call It witch craft others may call It a gift I however call It curse,I had only wanted them to leave me alone Not be silent forever 6 foot under.I wonder sometimes if they knew it was my fault,if they knew about me ...about my powers,and sometimes I don't want to know if they did because thinking of it makes me want to run away from life,run away and end it all just so there would be be no questions, no suspisons.
My head sunk in to my ex boyfriends leather jacket,I hated that vile Idiot but he sure had warm clothes.I had managed to find a silent corner of Santa carla and I was currently slumped on a rather cold hair flew like the spitting bitter wind and my hands clenched each other to show themselves they were not tights which were split in various laces seem to be perfectly in sync with my very short baggy thread worn denim shorts,and my tucked In band T-shirt which showed the cure,I seemed to fit in with the Santa Carla Crowd somewhat,I still got strange looks and in many ways my fashion sense was more progressed compared to the junkies And moronic hippies that littered the streets.
I heard the scattered footsteps of gangly teens run past me ,high pitched sniggering and Hi jinks told me sub consciously it was time to go.
I needed a job and there was only one place clean and healthy enough to go to the video store,the boss Max I think his name was said he would tell me if I had a job,in a couple of hours time as he was busy with orders and customers.
It had been a couple of hours so whilst managing A Set Pace I worked My way Through The Rambling Crowds To The Familiar Video help wanted sign had been taken down and max (reading his name tag) had a grin on his face and a name tag in his hand ... alice short and simple .
"Can you start now? Maria has just gone home sick and I need someone to manage the store," he asked me with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Sure just let me put my bag down and change my top" I replied as I went to the back rooms of the store and took my t-shirt off onlyto replace it with a white tank top and a peaock feather necklace
I shifted into my workplace and dragged a hand through my eyes gazed over to the door max had gone out on a errand leaveing me behind in the store,four men were approaching,the hooting and hollering did not shadow their dominant presence,and I felt a flicker of power mixed with the all so fimilar magic in the pit of my stomach,these men who ever they were were not normal,but I just could'nt put my finger on the problem just yet.
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