"Excuse me, sir, where is this bus going?" I asked the driver, knowing it was stupid question, but I didn't care.
"Mexico. Its an 26 hour drive. Its on your ticket, too." He replied plainly and unfriendly.
'I must look like a train wreck' I say to myself, imagining the ripped navy blue dress, running mascara, and the bruises along my arms and legs. 'You're away from Damien.' I thought back, becoming even more relieved.
I had saved my snack for about 18 hours before I jut indulged myself in the tiny back of pretzels. And forget about the water bottle... That was gone in the first three hours.
Suddenly, the bus came to a heaving stop in a small town. I stepped out into the fresh air, stretched my legs, then noticed the sign.
'Welcome to our small town in Toni, California!' It said. There was also a general store, so I walked in.
"Hello, how may I help you?" Said a voice. It was defiantly an Irish accent, so I turned, and there was a boy, about my age, working the register. He had bleach blonde hair, vibrant blue ORBS (lol jk) I mean, eyes. He was well-built, too.
"Ya, do you have any blonde hair dye?" I asked shyly.
"Uh, sure. But I have to give it to you tommorow, so, I guess not." He told me disappointedly.
"Oh, thats ok, I have a house here!" I lied.
"Oh! I'll drop it off tommorrow." He said excitedly.
"No, that's ok. I'll just come and pick it up here." I said. I don't want him to know I was lying.
"Sure, but I need your name for that." He exclaimed, excited to get my name.
"I'm... Astoria." I lied again. I was still pretty worried, although I knew he was dead.
"That's a lovely name! So don't forget, pick it up tommorow!" He yelled after me as I walked out the door. 'If your gonna stay, you need to find a house.' I told myself. I suddenly felt myself eager to him again, whoever it was. 'Crap, I can't fall in love again. Winter, this is wrong.' I told myself angrily.