"Please. I need this job. I can't-" then the door was slammed into my face, "afford to have another door slammed in my face again by another rude person like you!" I yelled loudly hoping she would hear, but failed. The only attention I managed to catch were random people on the street. They didn't say anything, but a few laughed quietly.
That's what I felt like, lately. A joke.
Everywhere I go, people seem to find enjoyment in my failure. No one gives me a chance. No one, but despite it all, I keep my mouth closed.
It has been difficult. I won't lie. I didn't expect it to be this way. In the movies, everything seems so much better. Everyone is so much friendlier and life is so much easier.
Not in reality.
Society today is harsh. That should be what everyone laughs at because society is the joke.
After leaving the Aldridge Orphanage, I thought the hospital was bad. No. Living out here is bad.
I spent most of my time jumping cities and towns looking for jobs all for nothing. No one wants a dirty, homeless orphan-girl working for them. That is the conclusion I have come to. No one cares if you are the hardest-working person on the face of the Earth. If you don't fit the ideal image of society, you don't deserve their time.
It isn't my entire fault for not being able to shower. I need money to buy shampoo...and a shower.
The voice in my head whined. It was upset because I was upset. It just wanted me to be happy, but the past two weeks were filled with nothing but sorrow.
Pushing away the chuckles of the rude people surrounding me, I decided to just find a park or anywhere to sleep for the night. It was only about noon, but it's better to know where you are going to set up camp for the night ahead of time I have learned.
When you don't have money, obviously you can't afford anything a normal person would be able to afford which includes motel rooms. So, bus stop and park benches have became my best friend.
I didn't lift my eyes up from the sidewalk I walked on. I wasn't scared, more like ashamed. I didn't want to look at anyone because as long as they look better than I do, they believe they're better than me. I never used to believe silly things like that, but lately I have.
I knew the moment I looked up at some woman jogging down the pavement with her fancy Nikes on, her freshly washed hair pulled back into a ponytail, and expensive cellphone blasting music into her ears through shiny new earbuds, I'd probably have a mental break down.
I don't think people understand how much that can hurt. I wouldn't.
Eventually, I found the community park. There weren't a lot of people there. I'm guessing it's because of the dark clouds that seem to be gathering in the sky. I expected it to rain since it seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
Great. I thought thinking about just how much I was starting to hate April. I shook away the pessimistic comment from the voice in my head and continued walking through the park until I found the jackpot.
It was a little play set, but there was a little house type of thing at the top. Of course, it wasn't really a house. It was a platform above the ground that had slides coming out of the sides, but it had a roof-looking thing over it. It was perfect for me.
I didn't go up to inspect my own little section of heaven. There were still children playing on it, and I didn't want to scare them. It was like a knife piercing my heart seeing little kids look at me like I was a diseased animal.
Gulping back my insecurities, I decided to just go sit down at a picnic table. Getting off of my aching feet felt extremely good. It felt amazing.
I wanted to laugh at myself. I didn't realize I would come to this point in my life where I was actually mentally celebrating for finding something to sleep on other than a bench or being able to take a break.
That's when it hit me. I couldn't help the tear that fell from my eye. I pulled on my greasy, dark brown hair as I laid my face onto the picnic table. I sat like that for a moment. Just letting whatever tear that wanted to be free escape.
I wiped my eyes. Most likely just making them red and puffy versus their usual cool grey color.
Grey eyes aren't very common. When I was younger, everyone was mesmerized by them. It made me wonder if my parents had grey eyes. To this day I still wonder.
My thoughts were interrupted when the voice in my head let out a noise that resembled a growl. I jumped in surprise when my eye sight suddenly got sharper. My sight landed on someone by the edge of the forest. All that I seen was blonde hair. As quickly as I seen them, they vanished.
"Stop growling," I mumbled to the voice. I said it low enough that no one would be able to hear me, but there was always that feeling that someone would hear me, and demand I be sent back to Braxford.
I gulped and drummed my fingers on tho wooden table. I decided that it would be best to search around the town once more for a job of some kind before the night. If I had no luck, then I'd leave tomorrow morning.
The rest of the day resulted in the same way it usually did. People looked at me like I was garbage, and by the end of the day, I felt like it too.
They didn't have to say anything for me to know that I wasn't accepted. I don't think they meant for me to know what they were thinking, but actions speak louder than words sometimes.
I made my way back to the park. My feet hurt and my stomach rumbled from being empty for so long. I wiped one last year from my eye as I walk across the road that lead to the park.
I walked through the gate. My first night of sleeping on benches scared me to death. I didn't sleep at all. As the week went on, though, I got used to the eery noises of the night. Now, I don't have any problems with them, but something was different about this night.
I was about half way through the park when I heart a rustle in the trees. I stopped. Usually, I'd just brush it off knowing it was the wind, but I knew this wasn't just something I could pass off as me being the almighty tree whisperer.
I could feel my senses shift. Everything got so much sharper; my vision, sense of smell, and hearing. I could hear what sounded like for steps, but they were fast. I whipped my head to the right, then the left. I turned around and could feel my heart rate accelerate.
Then, I felt the familiar haze wash over me. I could still see what I was doing and feel everything, but I wasn't controlling what I was about to do.
As quickly as the thought went away, my body turned left and caught someone's hand just inches away from my face.
The hand was small. Smaller than mine, but it wasn't like a child's hand. It was a woman for sure, though.
My eyes quickly focused in on the person's face to see the familiar blonde hair from early. A growl of some sort escaped the girl's lips as she grabbed my wrist and flipped me onto my back. I landed with a thud.
She didn't wait a moment before lunging at me. As if it were a reflex, my legs came up effortlessly and kicked her quite a long distance into a tree.
The sound of her body colliding with the tree sounded something like thunder. I found it funny considering it just seemed to stop storming.
I hopped up just as she pulled herself away from the tree. Suddenly, a snarl left her lips before a large blonde wolf stood where she stood. I wanted to scream. The wolf was huge. It's head was probably the size of my entire body! I tried screaming, but nothing came out. Instead, a similar snarl sounded through the air.
It came from me.
The wolf-or girl-or whatever it is, launched itself at me at the same time my body started running toward it. Internally, I was screaming. I didn't know what I was doing.
It was like someone cut the brakes on a car as it was speeding down a hill. I couldn't stop.
My arms swung out just in time to clothes-line the wolf, knocking it onto its back. It let out another ear-piercing growl and so did I in return.
The wolf got back up to attack me at the same time that I decided it would be a good idea to charge at it once, again.
My hands tried grabbing the wolf's front left paw, but instead I missed and ended up tumbling to the ground under the wolf.
I was screaming, but my body just let out a frustrated snarl and rolled backward before the wolf could trample on me.
The wolf unexpectedly snapped its jaws at me, knocking me backward. It took the opportunity to jump on top of me. I thought I was going to die right there.
I guess the voice thought I was, too, because it gave up and just gave me control again.
The first thing I did was scream.
Yes, it was ear-piercing. No, I do not thing there was a single person who did not hear me.
The wolf the shifted back into the blonde-haired girl. The action had me practically having an aneurism. I just laid there underneath her with my mouth open.
"Oh my god!" I screamed as I raised up my hip and turned, unexpectedly throwing her off of me. I stood up trying to escape. I ran only a few seconds. I couldn't even get 'help' out entirely before I was tackled, again.
"Will you shut up? Seriously," the blonde said obviously annoyed. I didn't really know if I should listen to her or not, but I did anyway.
Her face was just visible due to the street lights. She had a deep, red lipstick on. Her dark brown eyes were nearly black, and her blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders in ringlets.
"You're a monster!" I screamed at her. She scoffed.
"Let's not point fingers here, wolfy," she said. I just stared at her wide-eyed. She's the crazy wolf-girl here! "Now, why are you here? Your pack planning to expand territory? Is that it?" She snapped. My mouth just hung open. My lips moved, but no words came out. "Come on, mutt!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" I said hysterically. She huffed and glared at me with those dark eyes.
"Where the hell is your pack! Why did they send you?" She asked while squeezing my wrists rather painfully.
"If you're going to kill me, can you at least put some clothes on?" I asked on the bridge of tears. I was in hysterics as this stranger was holding me to the ground in all of her naked glory.
"I would kill you, but Kieran wants to question you before he does away with you," she said before getting off of me. I tried getting up but her bare foot came down on my torso holding me down. The voice in my head growled loudly.
"You're kidnapping me, then killing me? Oh my god!" I cried. She just rolled her eyes at me before untying something from her ankle. It was a large shirt. She threw it on, along with a pair of underwear.
"Don't sound so surprised. You know what we do," she said.
"What? What the heck are you?" I shouted/whined. She quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Are you joking me? Or are you just stupid?"
"I don't know!" I shouted throwing my hands in the air.
"You're in shredder territory," she stated before landing a kick to the side of my head, knocking me out.
I still had no clue what she was talking about.
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Yeah it may seem kinda fast and all, butI AINT GOT NO TIME FOR HER TO FIGURE OHT WHAT THEYA RE.
and you'll soon figure out who the crazy chica is and Kieran and stuff. You'll also get why she didn't have control of her body and the girl thought she was stupid and all that jazz. Do. Not. Worry.
Anyone notice anything about her name?
I PUT SOMETHIN IN THERE THAT SHOULD HAVE TACMK FANS THINKIN.
OH AND THE SHREDDER THING IS PART OF TACMK. ITLL BE EXPLAINED LATER FOR THSIE OF YOU WHO DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, BUT ITS LIKE A ROGUE ON STERIODS WHO USUALLY STAY TOGETHER IN PACKS OF TWO OR THREE.
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