Freedom (Completed!)
Author: M.L. Holt

Chapter 6
Normal

We looked normal.

Normal clothes, normal hair.

Normal.

We'd dropped down in a big city called Atlanta, Georgia. Apparently, not many people have a kind heart for beggers. But I, um, kind of discovered that I could ask them really nicly and they would, um, give us money. Like, lots of money. Donovan couldn't do it, he just got yelled at. ("Get away, you stupid begger, before I call the police! Probably ran away from home! Don't wanna go back, do you?" If only they knew how close to the truth they really were)

When we had enough money, we headed back into the air (I'd learned how to fly. It just comes naturally) and toward a new city. We ended up in *Oxford, Alabama. At first, I was confused. We learned about Oxford. I could've sworn it was in England. Or at least Europe.

And it was. Apparently a lot of towns in the US were named after places in Europe, since the people who names the towns came from Europe.

We went to the local mall for new cloths, and attracted a LOT of stares. Seriously? How many teenagers do you see at your local mall in jumpsuits? (Donovan's was black) With hair that was exeedingly long? (We soon discovered that Donovan's was almost short enough to be acceptable. Mine could be acceptable, I guess, but it got in the way. A lot.)

We ended up in J.C. Penny's for everything. They have a haircut place and everything. With our money dwindling, we headed into the food court in search of jobs. We got them, but made sure the times didn't interfere with school.

Next, we headed to the school, Oxford High, to register. It took a lot of convincing for them to let us register without parents, a home adress (we have yet to get one of those), phone numbers, emergency contacts, you get the picture. We really did have to tell them full names (first and last, at least, which I wish I'd known before). I nicely asked what some of the more common last names were, and we finally ended up with the names Avery and Devin Smith.

Then I calmly asked the nice lady to forget she had had to tell me that.

We finally got school supply lists, and class scheduals, so we headed off. It was Friday, the last day of school before Fall Break, so we were off the hook for over a week.

We found an old run-down appartment building that would rent us a two-bed appartment for only a couple hundred dollars a month, and rented it. I really didn't like it, but it came fully furnished with, was cheap, and the landlord didn't even seem to care that we were a couple of 15-year-old kids.

Lucky us.

We counted our remaining money and came up with about a hundred. We'd started out with about 5 hundred. I thought that was pretty good. We now had clothes (we were running on a budget, so we each only had a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, a couple pair of socks, and a pair of shoes), and an apartment, plus jobs, so it could be worse.

And as I fell asleep in my new bed (which had a lumpy matress, but was way better than the floor I was used to), my only thought was of how it was going to be going to school with real people, and having to make real friends.

I wasn't looking forward to it.

 

 

 

*Oxford, Alabama is an actual city.

A/N: I spoke the truth, this chapter is much longer than the last. I know the plot is starting to drag, but it will get much better, promise!

 

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