Sorry for the long time in between, but I had a lot of stuff to do. I took a summer school course for four hours a day, then had a two hour long soccer camp in extremely hot weather. (90 some degrees, but 10 degrees hotter on the turf.) So when I got home, I wouldn't feel like doing anything. Anyway, that's all over now, and I will try and update more quickly.
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I walked out into the crowded bus terminal, trying to look casual. Scanning the crowd, I realized my stalker actually hadn't found me yet. He was still looking for me at the other side of the room.
The terminal was excellent for hiding out in. There were black benches in the middle of the room, and shops ran around the walls, with the exception of three areas that served as the entrance and exits. The walls and floor were made of concrete, and thick pillars lined the main area. There were several corridors leading down to the subways, and every few minutes, a bus or train would arrive, load up with people, and leave. So for all he knew, I could be gone.
I hoisted my bag up higher on my shoulder and backed as far away from him as I could, my eyes trained on him the entire time. He never looked in m direction. Once I was in the shadows of a pillar, I started making my plan of action. The closet store was called LA Souvenirs. I know, real creative right? But it gave me an idea. I sunk to the ground behind the pillar and rummaged through my bag, before finding my money. Pulling out a few twenties, I walked into the store.
Fluorescent lights it up the to-cheery store. There were paperweights, snow globes, and piles upon piles of candy stacked on the plastic shelves. But that wasn't what I was looking for. Towards the back of the store, there was a clothing section. There they sold stupid t-shirts and sweatshirts that read thing like "I heart LA" or "My parents went to LA and all I got was this stupid t-shirt." It was the sort of stuff that would make me want to rip out my eyes, if I was forced to wear it. But I needed to find something.
After a few minutes of searching, I found a grey and blue hoodie with "Dodgers" written across the front, a cheap pair of black sunglasses, and a black baseball hat that simply said LA. I went to the cash register and a cheery twenty-something, with a nametag that said Katie, rang me up. I shoved the money at her, and barely waited for her to give me the change. I would have put the clothing on right there, but I was getting some weird looks already, so I decided to forgo attracting any more attention.
I slunk to the girls' bathroom, sticking to the shadows and making sure my stalker couldn't see me. Opening the door, the powerful stench of urine mixed with an all-too sweet air freshener rushed out. I cringed, but dubiously entered anyway.
The bathroom was a typical one, the type you find in almost any airport, train station, or bus stop. Beige tiles went up the wall to about halfway, and the rest was painted a slightly lighter shade of beige. The stalls were blue plastic, and the locks didn't really work, but that didn't matter to me. I slipped on the hoodie, put the hat and sunglasses on, and then pulled up the hood. I tucked my hair into the sweatshirt and looked at myself in the mirror.
I didn't look like me. Which was a good thing. I put my gears of war bag into the gift shop bag and walked out of the bathroom confidently. Nobody gave me a second look as I casually strolled down to one of the train stations. I smirked. It was times like these that being an actress really paid off. I hopped a turnstile and boarded the first train that arrived.
The train was extremely crowded; I had made the mistake of getting on a commuter train. It brought me to central Los Angeles. The train emptied, and I left with the masses.
I wandered around for a bit before finding a Sky Bucks. If this isn't an excuse for coffee, I don't know what is. I ordered the largest size they had; after all, I hadn't slept all night. The barista called out my order, and I quickly grabbed my mug and took a large swig of the earthy beverage. It burned my mouth, but I honestly couldn't have cared less. I found a comfy seat and booted up my computer again. I logged into my email and sent one email to Beck, Tori, and Andre.
Help. The guy from Nozu followed me. I evaded him, but I can't go home. Be careful.
-Jade
It wasn't long before I got a reply.
Jade. What the hell! We thought you were dead. Tori's in the Los Angeles Children's Hospital. We still haven't been able to see her, but you should come here.
-Beck
Why did you think I was dead?
-Jade
We saw your car blow up on the highway.
-Beck
"Shit," I swore. My mom was in my car. I took another sip of my coffee, and finished it. I had only been there for five minutes, and I was already leaving for the hospital. But I'd have to walk; I was almost out of money.
Half an hour later, I finally managed to reach the building. Exhausted, I walked through the sliding doors; all the adrenaline from my night had worn off. My legs felt like jelly, my mouth was dry, and everything was dizzy. Black dots clouded my vision. I blinked, trying to get rid of them, but they persisted. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I blinked again and collapsed to the floor.
Wadda ya' think? Huh? Huh? Review, please? I know it was pretty short, but I just wanted to get something out; I was kinda stuck for awhile. But, please check out my other story, "The Immersion Project." (Pretty please with a cherry on top?)