And that was the calling of her ride. Her cousin attended Columbia, so the
commute to upstate New York to get Lorna from her boarding school was
convenient. So Lorna would spend a few days in the city abode, with her
cousin, Dana and friends. A few, mostly the guys, were shady. They'd be
fake, and overly nice but slip in a prejudicial remark about her appearance
every now and then. Assuming she has green pubic hair isn't as funny as
they die laughing over it. Most of them were cool, and loved her outlandish
humor, and blunt honesty. Many were, literally, starving artists or
musicians, and what they could do to improve upon a general liking of their
work was appreciated. Lorna didn't see them to be trashy, as was the
general perspective, Dana hung out with those lesser than her, mainly to
make her feel her superiority. That's the difference between Lorna and
Dana.
Lorna rose up, and stretched her arms, widened her eyes at bobby and exhaled a smile.
"That'll be for me" she said, a walked around him to gather up her things.
"Can help you with that?" he asked almost timidly, for he knew the probable answer.
Lorna suited her baggage straps around her and gained balance. She was a 'do-it-yourself' kind of girl. "Nah I got it"
He followed her to the door, and opened it before she could, she gave him a look for that and he only grinned back. No hug, no good-bye, Bobby stood in the door and she pranced to the car, waving at its driver and passengers. Bobby's smile had soon faded in watching this, she had a life outside the mansion, that was good for her. But he also liked being her sole friend. Regardless of how little they had in common, he was a good listener and persistent in keeping in contact with her. He stood up for her when necessary, but never pushed the idea of really how cool of a person she was to other people, fearing he would lose the solitude of their friendship.
* * *
Will, Dana's boyfriend, being the dare devil he thought was, revved up the engine and sped off, cutting corners like butter, although he did run up a few curbs and over the double yellow on more than one occasion, the energy was still the air. Lorna had missed that. Wasn't much excitement in her exclusion from her mutant peers. Except the danger room, which she did a number on quite frequently, and was proud that her power was at more optimum level than her peers. Her power got her into this mess, it might as well not being something fragile or puny.
"The wee little leprechaun is quiet this time." Dana said, catching Lorna staring out the window.
"She isn't so little anymore, I think you sprang up an inch or so." Tracey said, who sat beside Lorna, playing with Lorna's hair, as she normally did. Lorna didn't mind as long as Tracey didn't get too touchy-feely, she was wary that Tracey was a very open bi-sexual, and Lorna didn't roll that way regardless of how Tracey said she would, one day. But Tracey just wants to love everyone, in a, uh, special way. I guess that would make her a slut, but a nice one.
That weekend went by like blur. Dana had errands that kept her out most of the day, so Lorna had time to herself, to wander the city alone. Carrying her camera with her, observing people; their interactions, relations, and even a few locals fighting over groceries. Back at the apartment all there was, was cigarettes, beer, and music. Records and CD's mostly, but stacks and stacks of them. Opening up a Luke-warm Corona she listened to The Doors. Thinking about the general perspective of her life and what she could do about her circumstances, and in all that thought no answer was clear. Where did she belong? Not amongst the humans, she was a mutant, but around mutants she felt estranged. Trying to track down her thoughts and the moment she was in. She began to write: iThe room dims and I can feel the light fleeting from me. The liquid stings the mouth I hold it in. And I cannot swallow as I would of. I'm not the same as I once was, and there is no going back. I've given up on the search for a way to rewind. And I can only hope to fast forward through all that's going to hurt.i
Re-reading this, she did, over and over, striking the chords of emotions in her. Completing the paper with a single tear that escaped the imprisonment of her eyes.
Lorna rose up, and stretched her arms, widened her eyes at bobby and exhaled a smile.
"That'll be for me" she said, a walked around him to gather up her things.
"Can help you with that?" he asked almost timidly, for he knew the probable answer.
Lorna suited her baggage straps around her and gained balance. She was a 'do-it-yourself' kind of girl. "Nah I got it"
He followed her to the door, and opened it before she could, she gave him a look for that and he only grinned back. No hug, no good-bye, Bobby stood in the door and she pranced to the car, waving at its driver and passengers. Bobby's smile had soon faded in watching this, she had a life outside the mansion, that was good for her. But he also liked being her sole friend. Regardless of how little they had in common, he was a good listener and persistent in keeping in contact with her. He stood up for her when necessary, but never pushed the idea of really how cool of a person she was to other people, fearing he would lose the solitude of their friendship.
* * *
Will, Dana's boyfriend, being the dare devil he thought was, revved up the engine and sped off, cutting corners like butter, although he did run up a few curbs and over the double yellow on more than one occasion, the energy was still the air. Lorna had missed that. Wasn't much excitement in her exclusion from her mutant peers. Except the danger room, which she did a number on quite frequently, and was proud that her power was at more optimum level than her peers. Her power got her into this mess, it might as well not being something fragile or puny.
"The wee little leprechaun is quiet this time." Dana said, catching Lorna staring out the window.
"She isn't so little anymore, I think you sprang up an inch or so." Tracey said, who sat beside Lorna, playing with Lorna's hair, as she normally did. Lorna didn't mind as long as Tracey didn't get too touchy-feely, she was wary that Tracey was a very open bi-sexual, and Lorna didn't roll that way regardless of how Tracey said she would, one day. But Tracey just wants to love everyone, in a, uh, special way. I guess that would make her a slut, but a nice one.
That weekend went by like blur. Dana had errands that kept her out most of the day, so Lorna had time to herself, to wander the city alone. Carrying her camera with her, observing people; their interactions, relations, and even a few locals fighting over groceries. Back at the apartment all there was, was cigarettes, beer, and music. Records and CD's mostly, but stacks and stacks of them. Opening up a Luke-warm Corona she listened to The Doors. Thinking about the general perspective of her life and what she could do about her circumstances, and in all that thought no answer was clear. Where did she belong? Not amongst the humans, she was a mutant, but around mutants she felt estranged. Trying to track down her thoughts and the moment she was in. She began to write: iThe room dims and I can feel the light fleeting from me. The liquid stings the mouth I hold it in. And I cannot swallow as I would of. I'm not the same as I once was, and there is no going back. I've given up on the search for a way to rewind. And I can only hope to fast forward through all that's going to hurt.i
Re-reading this, she did, over and over, striking the chords of emotions in her. Completing the paper with a single tear that escaped the imprisonment of her eyes.