15 year old Samantha Manson or Sam as she preferred
hopped out of the car
she had chosen to ride in a different car then her parents
they liked to be noticed
yet she had always preferred the shadows
They had drove into town in a white limo seen, while Sam took a
small taxi like NORMAL people would, she decided that it
wouldn't be safe to exit the taxi so close to her new house, she
didn't want people to know she was aquatinted with the to odd
people covered in pastel colours with big smiles on there faces.
She got out of the taxi one block away from her house, not like
her parents ever noticed if she was there or not.
I quickly slipped the driver a thirty dollars
if I were my parents the old saggy looking taxi driver would be rich
by now, by god they would have given him a million dollar tip just
so they could feel rich enough to throw money on the ground. I
felt horrible for not tipping, the driver had blackened eyes as if he
hadn't gotten sleep for days, he was old, his skin was shrivelled
and pale, but if I was going to at least try to fit in this town, I need
to act like them. Wait, did I just think that?, I haven't even been
here a day and im changing.
I watched as the driver accepted the money and slammed the car
door. He slowly eased out of his parking space when I tapped on
his window, he cracked open the door.
"Here" I said simply.
The mans eyes widened
I could see he was surprised at my sudden donation, on his lap lay
about five hundred dollars in bills and change. It was not much to
me, pocket change but to him, it must have been like a lottery.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to your home? No charge!" He replied, still stunned
"Im fine. I've killed enough trees already, trust me, no attends but
if I could I would've biked here instead of taking a taxi" I replied grimly.
With that, I watched the man speed away in the broken down
taxi. Waving his arm out the window to indicate a thank you.