Well, I had packed up my stuff and left. I also figured out that the other person who was in this body was great at pick-pocketing. I've actually tried two people so far, and both times were a success. So far I have now about, I'm guessing would be 430 dollars in our kind of currency. I haven't been able to figure out what they called their currency yet or how to convert the values. I saw the city a few minutes ago and it's gotten somewhat closer. I didn't take the train, I walked. I also saw my reflection in a mirror. I've had a good makeover now. So much better than how my other self looked. My nose is smaller, and I have more of an anime styled face, but still look good. My eyes are bigger, and they're the same color as my other self's eyes - shades of gray flecked with blue, and a blue halo around the pupil. My hair is black streaked with the same crimson red my other self had, but slightly wavy instead of obnoxiously curly. I'm still pale, and I have the basic black look still going. Black cargo jeans that are slightly baggy on me and the cuffs drag on the ground, the end of the pants covering up my boots except for the toe, and a black, also slightly baggy t-shirt. I'm still about 5 feet tall. But no biggie, I enjoyed being short save for the getting smashed-into-the-lockers part.
The other thing that kind of disturbs me is that apparently this chick had something done to her bones. They're covered in fricken lithium combined with aluminum! I also figured out I could use that for alchemy as well. So, pretty much she used it as an armor. And the titanium could be removed from the body by being drawn out through the pores in the skin. Pretty neat huh? I've tried this out and it was the most fricken awesome thing - I made wings come out from my shoulder blades, and I flew! I even made myself a tail. I think maybe I could transform into a whole dragon, but who knows. She was also a really good artist. I looked more in her sketchbook and there was amazing stuff on those pages! One drawing was of shattered glass and the broken image of herself - or myself, I should say - in the glass.
God, Central was looming closer and closer. A bustling city with a lot of people. A lot of people scared me. I was more the person who was happy with three or four friends at the most. I wasn't the person who needed a lot of friends or money. I liked being my myself more than being around people. But then again, when you grow up as an only child stuff like that gets to you. Sure, I was spoiled early in life but I grew out of that by the time I was half way through 4th grade. I was tired of being treated like a little baby. But all my life I haven't had the best of social skills and I was extremely shy, so making friends isn't easy for me. I was just lucky I got stuck with Dwight, Ashley, Jacob, Brandon, and John as my best friends.
Once again I had drifted off in thought and now I was at the gates of Central. Well, they didn't really have gates. It's an expression. I walked through and into Central, trying not to freak out. So... Many... People... I pressed myself as close to the buildings as possible on the sidewalk to avoid touching anyone for fear of snapping and screaming "AHHHH! THE PEOPLE! THE INFESTATION!" and running around in circles like a damn fool. Then the military would come and think I was a criminally insane alchemist with people problems. ...Never mind, I'm pretty sure Iam a criminally insane alchemist with people problems.
I walked toward the arena slowly, and my feet seemingly began to fill with lead. I gulped looking at it, and decided the picture didn't do the arena justice. It was freakin' huge in my opinion. I stopped and stared for a minute, taking in the awe. Then after about thirty seconds of that, I walked to it - determined and scared shitless. It's proven: I am a criminally insane alchemist who's about to piss her pants in fear with people problems. My day just couldn't get any better, could it?