Stranger danger
Mirabelle Cameron - yip,that's me. Sixteen year old blue eyed blondie and probably shorter than you. I'm the girl that just moved in with her father because one : her mother died of cancer, and two : he is the only family member she has left. To reduce your confusion - my father left my mother when I was born and my mother and I had to fend for ourselves.
The thought of my miserable life right now fitted perfectly with the car ride home,listening to Adele's songs and starting out the window as thousands of water drops hitting the earth.
"You alright there Sweetheart?", my father's deep voice broke the silence,still keeping his eyes on the misty road ahead. I ignored him because that's not my name or at least he didn't get to call me that.
"Hey, I know you hate me for leaving and I'm bassicly just related strangers but if you're going to live with me, we'd have to get along eventually."
He wasn't wrong and of course I wasn't going to admit it. I'm not the type of person to forgive easily.
"Belle...", he said and for the first time I properly looked at him. We had the same blue ocean eyes, but his hair was dirty blonde and shoulder lengthed. His body looked as if his head was photoshoped onto Dwayne Johnson's body. Then how was I born this tiny?" I'm going grocery shopping." he perfectly parallel parked the car and tossed something onto my lap,"Here's fifty bucks. Go get yourself a beer or something."
"I'm sixteen.". I said disgusted.
"Fine. Just explore the town or whatever."
We jumped out of the car and before I could say something he already entered the grocery store. I marched the whole street through just passing clubs until finally on the deep end of the street stood a café.
"Welcome to Benji's café, what can I get for you?", a high-pitched voice asked as I examined the café. It had pink and blue lines painted on the walls, purple chairs resting next to yellow tables and the best part was the roof was made out of thick glass. It was wierd. It almost look like a swimming pool from the rain. This is probably what fishes see all the time. Sometimes I wish I was a fish.
"Can I get you anything.",my head followed the voice this time. In front of me stood a tall high-school boy. He looked like one of the surfers you see on television. Messy black hair,brown eyes. thin but handsome body, slightly tanned skin and perfect white stained teeth.
"Can I get one cup of coffee please. Three sugars and milk."
"Comming right up."
I turned back around and - darkness.
