A/N: I can't believe it; someone's reading this! YAY! If you're enjoying
it I thank u from the center of my heart! I'm not saying this town is
anything like it is in my story so DON'T KILL ME!!! And when everyone gets
together they'll have accents I just figured in their own countries
everyone sounds the same so either everyone would have an accent or no one
would. And I'm REALLY lazy! Peace.
Greece, Makedonia, Pella, Edessa
She had come back to the land of her ancestors after living in the states for her entire life. But now Naomi was alone. She didn't like it. Her father had taken care of her since she was a little girl, and her mother had died in childbirth. The baby that she had given birth to was very sick and had died shortly after. Now her father was dead. Killed in a train accident caused by some anti-human mutant group. They weren't caught. But Naomi never knew that people didn't like mutants. She was home schooled and always went out with her father. She never realized that she was REALLY alone in the world. Now she knew. No family was left in Pella, and if they were they obviously weren't in Edessa. She would stay in a hotel with the little money her father provided her for a few weeks, then she would be off to god only knows. This wasn't the life she had always dreamed of having. Although she was Greek she hardly spoke a word of it, and sounded very American. She made her way back up the elaborately decorated steps of the hotel. How many more days could she afford? She looked down the street; the sun was shining on a statue of Zeus in the town's center (a/n: that's probably not really there), which glittered brightly. She exhaled slowly smiled to herself and stepped in front of the big automatic doors. The hotel was dark, dusty and very old. A few poor guys, shady characters and whores seemed to hang out in the restaurant and very few people seemed to stay here at all. The people at the desk smiled sweetly at her and smiled back but didn't pick up a hand to wave because her arm would probably stretch across the room. Her control was better then before, but it wasn't perfect. Nowhere near perfect.
"Hey," she thought to herself, "I am only a kid!" Naomi Henry walked down the hall, and got on the elevator. Alone? Good. She sighed loudly and pulled her key out of her right pocket using her right hand. Her left hand played with the buttons across the elevator putting each one on. She was on the second floor what did she care. Although that prank was more fun in when the elevator full of people. Especially claustrophobics. Naomi was an innocent prankster that was all. The elevator stopped and dinged signaling her floor. She stepped out into the well-lit hallway down to the cheapest room. She slid into her room, shades wide open, she sent one had to close them and the other went across the room to the TV. In on large stride she was sitting on the warn couch pulled the slim blanket off the cot, and watched cable. Nick in Greek was still Nick right? An hour later a large knock on the door awoke her from the world of Greek Tommy Pickles and brought her spiraling back to reality. Too lazy to get up she streached her arm out and turned the nod. Standing in the door was a man. He was tall and run down looking with a hotel uniform on
"You left so fast we didn't have time to give this to you," he said officially, and he tossed her a letter.
"Thanks," she said tossing him a coin. As soon as the man left and he shut the door, Niomi Henry opened the letter. (A/N: I think you know what it is already)
Greece, Makedonia, Pella, Edessa
She had come back to the land of her ancestors after living in the states for her entire life. But now Naomi was alone. She didn't like it. Her father had taken care of her since she was a little girl, and her mother had died in childbirth. The baby that she had given birth to was very sick and had died shortly after. Now her father was dead. Killed in a train accident caused by some anti-human mutant group. They weren't caught. But Naomi never knew that people didn't like mutants. She was home schooled and always went out with her father. She never realized that she was REALLY alone in the world. Now she knew. No family was left in Pella, and if they were they obviously weren't in Edessa. She would stay in a hotel with the little money her father provided her for a few weeks, then she would be off to god only knows. This wasn't the life she had always dreamed of having. Although she was Greek she hardly spoke a word of it, and sounded very American. She made her way back up the elaborately decorated steps of the hotel. How many more days could she afford? She looked down the street; the sun was shining on a statue of Zeus in the town's center (a/n: that's probably not really there), which glittered brightly. She exhaled slowly smiled to herself and stepped in front of the big automatic doors. The hotel was dark, dusty and very old. A few poor guys, shady characters and whores seemed to hang out in the restaurant and very few people seemed to stay here at all. The people at the desk smiled sweetly at her and smiled back but didn't pick up a hand to wave because her arm would probably stretch across the room. Her control was better then before, but it wasn't perfect. Nowhere near perfect.
"Hey," she thought to herself, "I am only a kid!" Naomi Henry walked down the hall, and got on the elevator. Alone? Good. She sighed loudly and pulled her key out of her right pocket using her right hand. Her left hand played with the buttons across the elevator putting each one on. She was on the second floor what did she care. Although that prank was more fun in when the elevator full of people. Especially claustrophobics. Naomi was an innocent prankster that was all. The elevator stopped and dinged signaling her floor. She stepped out into the well-lit hallway down to the cheapest room. She slid into her room, shades wide open, she sent one had to close them and the other went across the room to the TV. In on large stride she was sitting on the warn couch pulled the slim blanket off the cot, and watched cable. Nick in Greek was still Nick right? An hour later a large knock on the door awoke her from the world of Greek Tommy Pickles and brought her spiraling back to reality. Too lazy to get up she streached her arm out and turned the nod. Standing in the door was a man. He was tall and run down looking with a hotel uniform on
"You left so fast we didn't have time to give this to you," he said officially, and he tossed her a letter.
"Thanks," she said tossing him a coin. As soon as the man left and he shut the door, Niomi Henry opened the letter. (A/N: I think you know what it is already)