Song of a Half-Breed-Part 1-Stoplight
This is ridiculous….
I'm gunna be here forever!…
Hmm…I feel like getting a latte…
Yep…Me and my starbucks addiction. Sometimes the one a block down from my new "home" seems to be the only thing keeping me going. And right now, I sure could use an iced café mocha!
Getting out of my daze, I turned my attention back to the stoplight. It seems like I've been waiting for it to change for hours! SWOOOOOSH! Another car passed by. Finally the light turned green and I walked across. Well, some may have called it power walked…can I help it that I'm used to walking fast? But I think you have to be kinda fast if you're living in the city. Especially, if you're new to it like me…
God I hate it here!…
Yep, I'm new to the city. However, I'm pretty good at adapting and I'm not really afraid of walking by those dark alleys and hobos. If I need to I can just pepper spray them right?
I soon arrived at the starbucks and got an iced café mocha (as I said I wanted before.) Then walked with it out the door and began to head home. Even though I didn't like living here I did have to admit it was kind of an interesting place. It had a mysterious urban vibe to it. One either side of me there were tall brick buildings, either somewhat run down/cozy looking (yes, cozy!) or high class and sophisticated. The cool, early fall breeze had some leaves scatter in the streets. One caught in my hair. There were a few men on a street corner playing some instruments adding a nice, jazzy touch. Because it was evening, those little white lights on the street trees began to light up. It was quite the scene really! Even if I'd rather be living back in Montreal.
Suddenly, I was awaken from my daydream by the light footsteps of someone behind me. Annoyed at it, I began to walk faster (which is quite fast since I already walk fast!) So did the other person. Now, normally, I wouldn't have had a second thought about someone walking behind me in the city (Hello! It's the city!) Heck, it would be hard not to have people walk around you! But right now it was different. Right now, I had a little problem with this whole situation. I turned the corner. Maybe, I can lose him…
GODDAMNIT! Would you get off my back!…
And Aunt Mikomi (that means like hope in Japanese) wonders why I didn't want to live with her here!…
Finally, after turning a few corners and sprinting down a few alleys I was able to lose the freak! But, I couldn't help but still feel like I was being watched. I decided to just get home. It's only down the road and once I'm there I'll be fine.
"AMAYA!" (My name means night rain…interesting huh?) My Aunt shrieked as I walked in the door, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL DAY? I thought we were going shopping…"
"Noooooo Mikomi, (I never refer to anyone as "Aunt" or "Uncle" or "Mr." Or "Mrs." Just their first name…my teachers always hated that…heh…) you asked me to come and I said 'no.'" I leaned my side against the door and twisted my long, golden brown hair around my finger.
"Arrg.." I heard Mikomi say under her breath as she put her hands on her hips, looking down at me, (let's just say a lot of people look down on me even though I'm 17…I'm just not very close to the "tall side.") "Well, then where were you anyway?"
Nosey, aren't we…
"Oh, you know…the usual…just out taking care of business…Boss sure gave me an easy one to get rid of this time…all I had to do was take out my gun and-"
"AMAYA!" Mikomi interrupted.
"JUST KIDDING! Calm down! You don't really think I'm an assassin do you?" I smirked to myself…
She's just way too easy…
I walked up to my room before she could ask me what I had really been doing. (After all, it's not as interesting of a story to tell about your day spent at a stoplight and a starbucks…) I closed the blinds and changed into a black tank that crisscrossed in the back, some knee-torn jeans and let my long hair down. Reopening the blinds, I grabbed my IPod and laid upside down on my bed, letting the sounds of Aerosmith take over me. All this while I was unaware of knowing that I was still be watched…