"So you never left home?" Steven inquired. He had never heard of such a
thing in real life. Lyda shook her head, sipping her drink. Sure, she was
underage, but Lyda had decided that she was going to start a new life, and
that included a new age to get into the army.
"No, I did leave home," she corrected, "Just not far enough to meet anyone. I mean, I do know about the real world and stuff." Steven set down his drink, looking confused.
"How, if you never met anyone? Did your grandma teach you?" Lyda shook her head vigorously, laughing a bit. She knew that the alcohol was getting to her, and surprisingly, she didn't care. She trusted this Steven Ellis.
"No!" she exclaimed, still laughing at the thought of Lydia ever teaching her anything true about people. "My mom told me all about it before she left again." Steven nodded. Everything about this nurse intrigued him.
"Ah, I see," he said. Lyda blushed under his gaze. She could feel an attraction to him, even though they had only met a few hours ago. Her smile faded however, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw the police coming over to their table.
"What are they doing here?" Shaye wondered out loud. A nurse named Sandra turned to her.
"Didn't you hear?" she asked, "They're looking for a runaway named Lyra or Lyda, something like that." Shaye nodded, although she was not sure what the big deal was.
"There's a lot of girls running away lately, ain't there?" Barbara asked, sitting with the other two. Everyone else was still of dancing. The color drained slightly from Shaye's cheeks, but she managed to keep her composure. Maybe this nurse wasn't talking about her.
"What do ya mean?" she asked, voice shaking slightly. The other two women did not notice.
"I heard it on the radio," Barbara informed them, "this woman was looking for her daughter who ran away a few days ago after she murdered her father!" Shaye choked on her drink. Sandra gave her a strange look. Shaye frantically ransacked her mind looking for a cover.
"Her father?" she choked out, "That's inhuman." Barbara nodded, sipping her drink. Sandra turned to Barbara.
"What was that girl's name again?" she asked. Barbara set down her drink and began thinking. Shaye took a swallow of her drink, already knowing the girl's name and praying to God that Barbara didn't.
"I think." Barbara began, still in thought, "her name was Shana of something close to that." Shaye relaxed. As long as nobody made the connection, she would be fine, and there was no chance of anyone doing so if they did not even remember her name.
"Hey Michael!" Barbara's voice entered her head. Shaye turned to her. "Wanna dance?"
**A/N: Thanks to all reviewers, you are all greatly appreciated. Any ideas for future chapters would be extremely helpful.
"No, I did leave home," she corrected, "Just not far enough to meet anyone. I mean, I do know about the real world and stuff." Steven set down his drink, looking confused.
"How, if you never met anyone? Did your grandma teach you?" Lyda shook her head vigorously, laughing a bit. She knew that the alcohol was getting to her, and surprisingly, she didn't care. She trusted this Steven Ellis.
"No!" she exclaimed, still laughing at the thought of Lydia ever teaching her anything true about people. "My mom told me all about it before she left again." Steven nodded. Everything about this nurse intrigued him.
"Ah, I see," he said. Lyda blushed under his gaze. She could feel an attraction to him, even though they had only met a few hours ago. Her smile faded however, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw the police coming over to their table.
"What are they doing here?" Shaye wondered out loud. A nurse named Sandra turned to her.
"Didn't you hear?" she asked, "They're looking for a runaway named Lyra or Lyda, something like that." Shaye nodded, although she was not sure what the big deal was.
"There's a lot of girls running away lately, ain't there?" Barbara asked, sitting with the other two. Everyone else was still of dancing. The color drained slightly from Shaye's cheeks, but she managed to keep her composure. Maybe this nurse wasn't talking about her.
"What do ya mean?" she asked, voice shaking slightly. The other two women did not notice.
"I heard it on the radio," Barbara informed them, "this woman was looking for her daughter who ran away a few days ago after she murdered her father!" Shaye choked on her drink. Sandra gave her a strange look. Shaye frantically ransacked her mind looking for a cover.
"Her father?" she choked out, "That's inhuman." Barbara nodded, sipping her drink. Sandra turned to Barbara.
"What was that girl's name again?" she asked. Barbara set down her drink and began thinking. Shaye took a swallow of her drink, already knowing the girl's name and praying to God that Barbara didn't.
"I think." Barbara began, still in thought, "her name was Shana of something close to that." Shaye relaxed. As long as nobody made the connection, she would be fine, and there was no chance of anyone doing so if they did not even remember her name.
"Hey Michael!" Barbara's voice entered her head. Shaye turned to her. "Wanna dance?"
**A/N: Thanks to all reviewers, you are all greatly appreciated. Any ideas for future chapters would be extremely helpful.