Hi, everyone. Specter7 here. This is my first story I've published on this site, but not the first book I've written. I hope you all enjoy it and...
May the Force be with you.
Sabine Wren rubbed the sweat out of her eyes with the back of her hand. The day had been surprisingly hot and the running engine in front of her wasn't helping things.
"Hey, Wren!" her boss yelled, twirling his hand in a hurry up motion. "Get things movin' will ya?"
Sabine bit her lip to keep from snapping something back and screwed one last bolt back into the car's engine. She straightened her cramped back, wincing, and shut the car's hood.
"The car's done," Sabine said tersely, rubbing her oil-streaked hands on a towel.
"Fine," her boss said. "You're done for the day, but I want you pulling doubles tomorrow. Clear, kid?"
Sabine stifled a sigh. "Got it," she said. Her boss turned without another word and Sabine walked to the mechanic shop's sink. She began washing the oil and grease off her hands and arms and looked into the mirror. Her olive-skinned face was smudged with car grease and her brown eyes had heavy bags under them. Those double shifts she had been pulling lately were killing her. Sabine's young, sixteen-year-old body was almost always sleep deprived. But... she needed the money.
Sabine absently fingered with the streak of color in her otherwise dark brown hair. It started blood-red at the top and ended in flame-colored orange. It was too bad she couldn't dye all but the boss had prohibited it. He wanted customers that came into the mechanic shop to have a good first impression. Not a teen punk with a head full of color.
Sabine shook the thoughts away. She didn't like her boss much but the job wasn't bad. And if being a mechanic for an old, run-down, car-fixing shop put food in her belly, then so be it.
The teen grabbed her stuff, slung a bag across her back, and started the long walk home. The hot, blazing sun beat down on Sabine as she traveled along the side of the road. Even though she had lived in Lothal County in Capital City for a few months now, she still wasn't use to the Southern heat. Sabine had originally came from New York City, but that was before...
Sabine shook her head. The past was the past. She had a new life here in Lothal County. She would never have to go back to The Academy. She would never have to face her parents again. Sabine was a mechanic now, not a child prodigy. Yet no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she liked her now-simple life, Sabine felt like she was missing something. Her art-her paintings and drawings-told stories that Sabine never knew, people she'd never met, things she'd never seen, and places she'd never went. Sabine felt like she was meant to be more than a hobo living in the woods, barely making enough money to survive. Surely she was meant to be more!
But I'm not, Sabine thought. Not right now, anyway. I'm alone.
And alone is who I am.
Short chapter, but the next one will be up in a day or two tops. Please give me your opinions on how this chapter was and what I could do better:) Specter7 out.