Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, or any of it's characters, I DO own Hallie, Mari, Tilly, Samantha, Riley, Aaron, and the bands name, and any of the songs they sing, I wrote them, and if I didn't I'll tell you. So...yeah. Onward! That is the last time I say that I swear.
X10 years later X
Hallie ran faster at the sounds of sirens, away from the burning school. She ran to the house that she was staying at, grabbed her key and went inside. It was quiet and every sound she made, every footstep seemed amplified. She tip toed up to her room and grabbed her things, not a lot, only what she would need and maybe some sentimental possessions. She sighed as she started packing her bag with clothes. Once again she lost her anger, and once again she lost control, and once again her hands spewed fire at anything and everything, and once again she'd have to run before anyone knew it was her, or they tried to do crazy experiments on her. They probably wouldn't but hey, she was no idiot she'd seen X-men and figured out that people like her and them, weren't wanted in society. Ah well, you can't change what you were blessed with, your not a freak, your just different. And if you don't want to hear that your different, think of it this way, everyone's different, which means, in a way, that your just like everyone else. The somewhat wise words of her mother echoed in her brain. She figured she'd call her mom at the next pay phone, hey she had to talk with her mom, even if she couldn't be there. Her mind flashed back to the first family she had stayed with, an elderly woman who liked her garden a little to much. " Shouldn't a little girl like you be with her mother. 7 year old Hallie shook her hand. "No, I have to protect her. I have to find somewhere else to stay." She had said, 'cause in a way, running was protecting her mother, protecting her from being laughed at 'cause she'd had a kid who was a freak, a mutant. Of course she knew she couldn't stay there long. The woman had been nice to Hallie, until she died, Hallie was so sad, so angry! She had never known death, except when her pet fish died, but then her mom had told her that it accidentally fell into the toilet and swam away to the ocean. Hallie got so angry she burnt down the whole house, the neighborhood, and then the garden that Debbie had so prized. Then she realized what she had done and cried until she heard the fire fighters coming, then she got up and ran. And it was like that for the rest of her life, and now it was going to stop! She quickly packed her bags with clothes, her cd player and a few choice cds, a gift from this family for Christmas, a photograph of her mom, and her stuffed bear pinky, which she had taken with her when she ran out of her moms house. She zipped up her backpack, slipped on a pair of black and red Vans, a gift to herself ($34 at Khols), put on her black Funeral For a Friend jacket that she had gotten from their concert that the Jardens let her go to, and scanned the room. Lets see, well I got money covered she thought stuffing it into her shoes, a safe place to put it incase she'd have to leave her bag. Her eyes fell on her guitar. She knew she couldn't take it with her, it was a little to heavy, and would they take it on the bus? She shouldn't take it but... She walked over and carefully slipped the acoustic guitar into her guitar case, and walked out of the door, locking it behind her and ran fast to the bus station, as she guessed the guitar slowed her down a little. I have to stop being such a pack rat! I can't bring everything! Finnally reaching the bus station, and handing the woman money for the ticket, which she took with a disgusted look upon realizing it had come from her shoe, she hopped the bus, and sat near the window. Suddenly she felt that same empty feeling she felt every time she left a home. She quickly shrugged it off, by playing her Funeral for a Friend cd. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep.
When the bus stopped she jerked awake, and 4 more people walked on. First a guy with blond hair and bleached blond streaks, and very blue eyes, he wore a dark blue long sleeved shirt with a lighter blue Quicksilver shirt over it, black jeans and dc shoes. Another girl walked on with copper red hair a plain black shirt with a plain black jacket, plain black pants and black nail polish, combat boots and not a single freckle. Then another girl walked on, she had jt black hair that she let loose, blood red tips and bangs, about a million black gel bracelets on each arm, a black and red ACDC shirt, black and red plaid pants with zippers and chains all over them, combat boots with white out daisies and heavy eyeliner. Hallie looked down at her own clothes, paint, splattered ,ripped up jeans, black fender shirt, her FFAF hoody, worn black and red vans, and her own black hair that was put up in a very sloppy bun, and no make up at all, (who had the time to buy make up when they were running for their lives! Well ok maybe that was an exaggeration, but close enough!) She was just thinking how terrible she must have looked when on walked a Matt Davies clone! (I'm too lazy to describe him so if a wanna know what he looks like, then go to the link.) He was wearing a white Fall Out Boy, and black baggy pants.
Oh my God, I think he's staring at me! Oh my God I think that was a very preppy comment! He was talking to the blond guy who were both looking at her, Hallie could feel herself blushing and suddenly became VERY fascinated with counting the bricks on the wall at the station where the bus was parked. When the bus started moving. Hallie was so fascinated with the scenery outside she didn't notice anyone sit down next to her.
"Good band." Said a voice that made Hallie jump five feet into the air. She turned her head to meet face to face with the Matt Davies clone, who was laughing at her reaction.
"What?" She asked taking off her head phones.
"I said they're a good band." He repeated, pointing to her jacket.
"Oh yeah, they are." She said a few moments of silence followed.
"So... What are you listening to?" He asked, trying to spark a conversation. Hallie smiled guiltily, and pointed to her jacket. He smirked.
"Obsessive?" He asked.
"I prefer passionate." They both laughed at that, and he reached out his hand.
"Riley." He said. She took his hand and shook it.
"Hallie."
"So where are you going, Hallie." Riley asked.
"Oh, well, anywhere really, I don't know. Where ever I guess." Riley nodded.
"Oh well why don't you come with us for awhile?" Hallie, thought about it and nodded.
"Ok."