Eden reached the town still not knowing where she was. Lots of
people looked at her because she was a foreigner and towns like
these grew unsettled around new people. Eden finally found a pale
wooden sign with Lakspuur written on in golden italics. In
geography at school they had learnt about this town's strange
cultural activities. She also knew that she had run quite far
because Lakspuur was 10miles from her home town of Olpren. But it
was not far enough if her dad did 60 on the highway he would be
here soon and she might not survive the punishment he would set
for running away. The town had an inn so she went there hoping
for a room. She walked up to the lady at the desk,
"Excuse me miss, but do you have any rooms available?"
"No, you little mite now scram!" She hissed in a thick Scottish
drawl. She wasn't from around here.
"But miss, I have come from far away and I am tired and weak."
"Och, you're a foreigner aren't you," she spat, "We don't like
your type 'round here."
"Surely you are foreign to as no one else has the Scottish accent
"You wee little cow, get out of my inn now or I'll get the mayor
and the police." She screeched.
Eden backed out and ran to the borderline of the city. As she
threw down her bag she noticed a pair of hazel eyes watching her.
"What do you want?" She yelled. The eyes disappeared and she sat
down nibbling on a sandwich. She closed the bag and flipped it
over, laying her head on the navy blue material. It wasn't very
comfy but it would have to do seeing as the lady at the inn had
dismissed her so rudely. It wasn't even midday yet and Eden felt
bored, she dove through her bag for something; any thing to do.
She found her mum's old scarf, she imagined what Mr. and Mrs.
Maratsa were thinking. Her mum was probably sat on the sofa with
her father pacing and yelling, he would be white with fury. Or
maybe everything was normal, maybe they didn't care if she was
dead or alive. As she thought she realised she was tired and
cramped from laying on the floor when she had passed out. Eden
rolled onto her side and shut her eyes, sleep would swoop her
away from reality - cruel, harsh, unforgiving reality.
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