I was tired. I was hungry. And I was cold.
Walking across three states, illegally into another country and then coming back through into a whole new state isn't as fun as it sounds. I mean, leaving my beautiful home of Chicago, Illinois, walking through Indiana, Michigan, illegally into Canada and then right back out into New York. Not exactly the best idea I've come up with.
So the question buzzing in your minds must be, why the hell am I even doing such a stupid trek in the first place? Why didn't I just take a plane or drive my car or even find a train for God's sake? Well, problem number one would have to be: no money. Which means, no plane ticket, no train ticket and no gas for a car. Well, if I had a car. If I had a license. Mommy and daddy dearest just couldn't trust me all because of a stupid joy-ride I took when I was thirteen years old. I mean, nobody died and you would think they would be nicer. But no, it meant I wasn't allowed to get my license while I lived with them.
So, back to the first question, why am I walking from Chicago to New York? Well, to make it short and simple, I'm a mutant. Also, just like the joy-ride, that didn't end too well with mom and dad either. So, I had two options: Live at home and just try to pretend that somewhere deep down my parents still loved me or leave and find some better life out there. My decision was made up quickly when mom's last words to me were "Get out now. You are no daughter of mine."
At first, it was one of the hardest things to listen to and understand. I mean, unlike most kids, my mom and I were pretty tight. My dad was usually always away on business trips and never really could come home when he wanted so it was mostly mom and me. After her words, though, I just accepted it. She didn't want me, just because I was a mutant.
I was just lucky, though, that winter was finishing up its course. My clothing definitely wasn't helping out at all. I had on a large jacket but the only problem was that there was no good insulation to the jacket. My jeans that I wore would have been helpful if the holes in them from all my skating accidents weren't there. And after trekking in them for days, now, Converses definitely aren't the best shoes to walk in across miles of asphalt, wilderness and snow. And the long black sleeve shirt I wore wasn't any help either. But there were the gloves I wore, the fingerless gloves I wore. They were a bit of help.
I attempted to create some friction, rubbing my hands together and even blowing some hot air into them. Except when I finally thought I would get a little warm, a nice cold breeze ran through the woods I was currently in. You would think with the amount of trees, it would stop some of the wind, right?
It was late, though. That much, I could tell. The moon was out, giving off some light so I could see where I was going but still, it was dark and I was in the woods and I also needed to find some kind of place soon. I was beginning to trip over nothing, which meant that my body was growing even more tired. If I really didn't find a place to crash soon, I'd end up falling onto the ground and staying there until I gained enough energy or died. I couldn't let that happen.
My feet kept walking, thankfully. Almost as if they knew something was close and I would be able to relax soon. I readjusted my messenger bag that was slung over my shoulder and switched the small duffel bag I was carrying to the other hand. There wasn't much. Just my more important articles of clothing, personal information and belongings, necessities, and just a few extra things I couldn't live without for instance my laptop and my favorite stuffed animal, a giraffe I had gotten at a zoo. Bite me, I loved it to death
Suddenly, a whole new gust of wind brushed past me. I immediately fell to my knees, hunching over and trying to keep myself as warm as I could. All I wanted was warmth. Luckily, that's exactly what I got. I allowed my head to lift up a bit and smiled gently, seeing the usual bubble texture of my force field up and around me before it transformed into a glossy state. I was decently warm, still a bit freezing while everything on the outside of the force field was blowing harshly due to the wind.
Unfortunately, the wind continued and with my energy dwindling, holding up a force field wasn't helping at all. Slowly, it began to fade, releasing in a cold blast of air. I huddled, once more, into a ball on the ground and closed my eyes. I just wanted it to stop.
"Scott!" My eyes slightly opened to see a figure above me, floating. I immediately pegged the voice as female and from my description of floating; she had to be a mutant. Footsteps began rushing towards me as the lady landed next to me, a hand on my forehead. The pair of footsteps stopped and another figure loomed over me.
"Is she alright?" This must be Scott. Another hand rested on my forehead.
"She doesn't have a fever but we need to get her somewhere warm," said the lady. Almost instantly, I was being picked up, my bags being taken from my grasp.
"No," I murmured out, attempting to reach for them, only to grab onto someone's hand.
"It's alright, sweetie, we're going to get you to safety," said the lady's voice.
"Where?" My eyes were drooping and I could feel the cold and fatigue slowly taking me away.
"To safety," repeated the woman, "Let's get her to the professor." And then, it all went blank.