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Chapter 5: Girl Talk
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Alison laid in her bunk on the tour bus, which was now on its way to Bayville to yet another sold out concert. She looked out the window, watching trees speed by, every now and then a car passing by. She smiled, remembering back to when she was a little girl and she thought that when she got in the car, the world somehow magically began to move around her and the car actually stood still. The soft pitter-patter of rain started to fall on the roof of the bus, a gentle rhythm running alongside her ever rushing thoughts. Those childhood days of innocence were lost to Alison now, harsh realities had become apparent to her, like she had to keep secret who she really was, in more ways than one. Tom wouldn't allow her to sing her own music, robbing her of displaying her heart and soul in front of millions, and she had to hide that she was a mutant, for fear of rejection and hatred. She allowed a few unseen tears fall onto her pillow before she turned back around to the unlit cabin she laid in, letting her eyes readjust to the dark. She closed her eyes, trying to get at least a little bit of sleep.
"Hey, Alison, are you awake?" Lila's voice said from the bunk across the way.
"Wide awake," she grumbled, "I don't think I'm going to get a moment's sleep tonight... maybe I'll catch a nap before the concert tomorrow." She propped herself up on her elbow, her long golden ponytail dangling from between her fingers. Lila sat up as well, her short raven hair bobbing with the movement.
"I made a phone call last night," she said, "to someone who might be able to help you... with your new 'talents.'"
"Oh my God," Alison gasped, scrambling to sit up, covering her mouth with a hand, "you told someone?! You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone!" She didn't know whether to scream in anger or sob at the betrayal of trust.
"Alison," Lila said, reaching out to touch the other girl's shoulder, though Alison immediately recoiled, her eyes still wide in shock, brimming with tears, "Alison, you can trust this friend of mine... he helped me with my gifts."
"Your... what?! You mean, you're one too?" Alison's head was essentially spinning now, all these things thrown at her all at once, she simply couldn't process it all.
"Yes," Lila said, "I can teleport across vast distances," she explained, "basically, I don't really even need this tour bus to get to Bayville."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Alison asked.
"I was afraid of how you would react," Lila replied honestly, frowning, "but back when I first discovered them, I had a hard time controlling them... that was when I met a young man by the name of Remy LeBeau, who helped me through that time. He was so charming... and had such gorgeous red eyes. Long story, those," she laughed softly, followed by a dreamy sigh.
"You had it bad for the guy, didn't you?" Alison grinned, "tell me more about him!" She forgot about all of her real problems in favor of some guy talk.
"Well... he has this incredible accent... Cajun, I think. Wow... that accent itself was enough to make this girl melt," they both giggled. "You know, I think I have a picture of him," she grabbed her tattered old backpack, digging through it quickly before until she found it, "Ah, here it is..." she handed it to Alison, who studied the picture of her friend Lila, her hair worn long instead of the very short style she had been wearing it in as of late, standing with a ruggedly handsome man wearing a New Orleans Saints jersey and dark sunglasses.
"Ooo... he is cute," Alison grinned, "so what was that about his red eyes?"
"Well, he didn't like showing those," Lila replied, "he never did like drawing attention to himself. He was a real mysterious type."
"So what happened to the two of you? You looked so happy in that picture," Alison asked, reaching around to pull her ponytail holder out, shaking loose her long golden curls.
"We grew apart, I guess," Lila shrugged, "it's ancient history now. It was nice while it lasted," she smiled, "we remained friends for a while... then he disappeared. Just left me a cell phone number to reach him in emergencies."
"And the appearance of my mutant powers qualified as an emergency, I guess?" She asked.
"Yes," Lila replied, running a hand through her black hair, "he helped me more than I care to admit through those difficult days. I wanted to see if he had any advice for me, or something. All he said was that he had some friends who would meet us in Bayville."
"Well, let's hope that they can help me, too," Alison said, smiling thinly.
"I guess all we can do is hope," Lila said with a light shrug of her shoulders.
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To Be Continued
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Chapter 5: Girl Talk
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Alison laid in her bunk on the tour bus, which was now on its way to Bayville to yet another sold out concert. She looked out the window, watching trees speed by, every now and then a car passing by. She smiled, remembering back to when she was a little girl and she thought that when she got in the car, the world somehow magically began to move around her and the car actually stood still. The soft pitter-patter of rain started to fall on the roof of the bus, a gentle rhythm running alongside her ever rushing thoughts. Those childhood days of innocence were lost to Alison now, harsh realities had become apparent to her, like she had to keep secret who she really was, in more ways than one. Tom wouldn't allow her to sing her own music, robbing her of displaying her heart and soul in front of millions, and she had to hide that she was a mutant, for fear of rejection and hatred. She allowed a few unseen tears fall onto her pillow before she turned back around to the unlit cabin she laid in, letting her eyes readjust to the dark. She closed her eyes, trying to get at least a little bit of sleep.
"Hey, Alison, are you awake?" Lila's voice said from the bunk across the way.
"Wide awake," she grumbled, "I don't think I'm going to get a moment's sleep tonight... maybe I'll catch a nap before the concert tomorrow." She propped herself up on her elbow, her long golden ponytail dangling from between her fingers. Lila sat up as well, her short raven hair bobbing with the movement.
"I made a phone call last night," she said, "to someone who might be able to help you... with your new 'talents.'"
"Oh my God," Alison gasped, scrambling to sit up, covering her mouth with a hand, "you told someone?! You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone!" She didn't know whether to scream in anger or sob at the betrayal of trust.
"Alison," Lila said, reaching out to touch the other girl's shoulder, though Alison immediately recoiled, her eyes still wide in shock, brimming with tears, "Alison, you can trust this friend of mine... he helped me with my gifts."
"Your... what?! You mean, you're one too?" Alison's head was essentially spinning now, all these things thrown at her all at once, she simply couldn't process it all.
"Yes," Lila said, "I can teleport across vast distances," she explained, "basically, I don't really even need this tour bus to get to Bayville."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Alison asked.
"I was afraid of how you would react," Lila replied honestly, frowning, "but back when I first discovered them, I had a hard time controlling them... that was when I met a young man by the name of Remy LeBeau, who helped me through that time. He was so charming... and had such gorgeous red eyes. Long story, those," she laughed softly, followed by a dreamy sigh.
"You had it bad for the guy, didn't you?" Alison grinned, "tell me more about him!" She forgot about all of her real problems in favor of some guy talk.
"Well... he has this incredible accent... Cajun, I think. Wow... that accent itself was enough to make this girl melt," they both giggled. "You know, I think I have a picture of him," she grabbed her tattered old backpack, digging through it quickly before until she found it, "Ah, here it is..." she handed it to Alison, who studied the picture of her friend Lila, her hair worn long instead of the very short style she had been wearing it in as of late, standing with a ruggedly handsome man wearing a New Orleans Saints jersey and dark sunglasses.
"Ooo... he is cute," Alison grinned, "so what was that about his red eyes?"
"Well, he didn't like showing those," Lila replied, "he never did like drawing attention to himself. He was a real mysterious type."
"So what happened to the two of you? You looked so happy in that picture," Alison asked, reaching around to pull her ponytail holder out, shaking loose her long golden curls.
"We grew apart, I guess," Lila shrugged, "it's ancient history now. It was nice while it lasted," she smiled, "we remained friends for a while... then he disappeared. Just left me a cell phone number to reach him in emergencies."
"And the appearance of my mutant powers qualified as an emergency, I guess?" She asked.
"Yes," Lila replied, running a hand through her black hair, "he helped me more than I care to admit through those difficult days. I wanted to see if he had any advice for me, or something. All he said was that he had some friends who would meet us in Bayville."
"Well, let's hope that they can help me, too," Alison said, smiling thinly.
"I guess all we can do is hope," Lila said with a light shrug of her shoulders.
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To Be Continued
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