Serafina hated this. Diving down a highway, in the middle of nowhere, in 101 degree weather. Not fun, not fun at all. She didn't even know why she was driving to her grandmother's cottage anyway, the old bat despised her, and the feeling was mutual. Serafina thought she acted lke such a witch.
Even though going to her grandmothers was better than her hometown. She was not well like back there, she was basically shunned. Fina didn't even know why.
'Must be the my hair' She thought, twirling a piece of her fiery red hair. Yes she had a volume of red hair,that had natural highlights of orange in it. She loved her hair, it made her unique. But, even though she loved it, her family didn't, the town didn't, even her own mother.
When she first turned eighteen, she booked it out of Somewhere, Idaho. No seriously, the town's name
is somewhere.
Right now she was trying to move her old Chevy pick-up truck down the road. No she wasn't pushing her truck down the road, but she would have to if she didnt find one soon.
"Finally," she sighed. She could see one up the road, right in the midst of a forest.
She pulled he truck into the station, and climbed out. She got the gas pump and stuck into that wierd place where you stick it. She never knew what to call it, only that that's where you stick the pump.
In her periferal vision, she could see alot of boys, no men, staring at her. There were about six or seven of them. They were freakishly tall, and big like football players big. One word:scary.
She decided to go into the little shop, and get something to drink and some skittles. While she was walking past them, she kept her head held high. Even though she was nervous, she never liked being around people she didn't know. Especially scary people that stared after you hungrily.
Not a good sign.
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