I gazed at my feet, horrid memories flooding my mind. Those pictures, I swear I didn't put those in there. I swear I thought I burned them.
"Oh. Uh, I'm Miles." The boy spoke softly. I noticed he extended his hand towards me. I glanced up at him then back at his hand. I was hesistant, but I shook it. "Pleasure to meet you," I looked at him again, trying not to look at the ground.
I was just so embarrased! I didn't want to take the risk of talking, I'd probably say something stupid, like before. So instead, I just nodded.
An awkward silence filled the air.
I tried to push the horrid memories out of my mind. I knew they were going to come back, but I didn't want to think about them right now.
I noticed his eyes flickering between the bags I was holding. A gripped the bags tightly in my hand, and pushed the others up on my shoulders.
"Um, where are you headed?" He asked, looking closer at my bags. "If you don't mind my asking." I could hear a 'meow' from the bag on my shoulders. I sighed.
Thousands on thousands of answers filled my head. I could lie, but this boy, Miles, he seemed nice. But what about trustworthy? If I told him that I ran away from home, he might tell the cops. But would the cops do anything? Would he bring me back to my parents? No, no... I doubt that. But who knows?
I searched his face for a second. I took a deep breath, and tried to regain my confidence. I watched him for a second, I could feel my face cooling off slowly.
"Well, erm.. Uh..." Jeez, I should have thought about this. "Weeelll, I kinda, don't really, know?" A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. "I mean, I was just going to rent out a motel room, but to be honest, for the five months that I've lived here, I haven't seen any hotels... Or motels."
He looked at me, muddled. He opened his mouth, but I stopped him. "You're probably wondering about my bags, aren't you?" I smiled, I felt normal again. "Well, hmmm..." I searched the ground, should I tell him? "I kinda ran away from my house." I blurted out. I looked back at him, I can't believe I told him that. But I should be used to that, I usually blurt things out.
"Ran away?" He looked at me.
I nodded and sat the traveler bag down. I had an idea..."Yes, I did." I unzipped the top, rummaged through some clothes, and pulled out a Polaroid camera. I haven't used this in such a long time.
"But why?" Without even looking at him, I knew he was confused. I shrugged as I put the camera on the sidewalk, and put everything back in its place.
I zipped up the bag, and got up. I picked up the camera.
"You don't know? You don't know why you ran away from your home?" I shook my head.
"First of all, its not my 'home'" I did little quotation marks with my fingers when I said 'home'. "Second of all," I shook the camera at him, "Picture?"
"Uhh, sure?" I walked over to his side, and aimed the camera lens.
"Smile!" I grinned as I took the picture. I stood there, watching the photo come out the bottom of the camera. I grabbed it and shook it slightly. My face looked kinda red, but I couldn't do anything about it. I smiled at the picture, and slapped it over the others in my purse. I'd rather see that, than the others. I walked back to my bag, and slung it over my shoulder. I held the camera tightly. "Look, if we're gonna talk about why and how or whatever you want to know about running away, can we not do it out in the open? I mean, I could get caught any second now."
He nodded and I stood there, looking at him. He looked so fimilair... My eyes widened. I knew who he looked like. Lets just hope he doesn't act like who he looks like, I thought worriedly.
Hmmm... Can someone tell me where Town Of Twilight is really located?