Hey all, it's me, the one and only Zoe! Unless there is more of me... But, anyways, I wrote this when I was bored, thinking about continuing, but I'm not too sure, so, can yoou read and review please? Please please pretty please? They make my day...
The girl with the orange jacket hummed, tapping her fingers impatiently against her knee. Other people riding on the train looked at her strangely, noting the purple streaks in her dirty hair and her muddy clothes.
"Mommy, who's that?" a toddler asked from a few seats down, pointing one chubby finger at her, and tugging at a lady's jacket. The woman looked down in disgust, pulling his hand away from her spotless navy blue blazer. "I don't know, Jake. Don't point, it's rude," she snapped, and the boy shrank away in fear, tucking his hands into his pockets.
The girl felt a twinge of remorse, before brushing it away. She reached into her pocket, pulling out two ear headphone ear buds and sticking them in her ears. She winced a little when she touched the four new piercings in the cartilage of the shell of her ear. The woman with the toddler glared at her, her face pinched up in disgust. The girl flipped her hair back, giving the woman a grin and a small wave. The woman blushed and turned away.
The train slowed down, and eventually came to a stop. The woman rushed forward, pulling her child behind her with one perfectly manicured hand. She was the first off the train, and people pushed to get off. The girl stood up, moving toward the crowd in front of the door. The crowd parted easily before her, filling behind her. People scrambled to avoid her touch, as if she had a fatal disease. She walked out of the train station, and looked around, searching for a street name.
There! A street sign labeled "Skeleton Dr." She broke into a run, her boots thudding heavily against the pavement. The girl looked around, clutching a ragged blue backpack to her chest. She stopped in front of one of the dozen of houses on the street, running up the steps to the front door. Scrambling for something in her pocket, she pulled out a thick gold key, shoving it in the lock. She let out a string of curse words when the key didn't turn to the left. She jerked it to the right, and the lock let out a click. She pushed open the door.
"Shelly! Shelly, where are you?" she called, walking into the pristine house.