Last Seen in San Francisco
Through Stained Glass Eyes
Thoughts will be in italics.
It was almost 7 a.m. in San Diego, CA.
Wow, I thought, I'm actually here.
Ever since I was little I wanted to move to the West Coast. Growing up on the East Coast was amazing and fun, especially since I grew up in New York. The winter weather- yeesh. It was freezing and snow was regular and heavy. I only worried that it would be too hot on the other side of the States. (I realize now that it's not)
I've only been in California for a few months now, but I love it so much. Already I've gotten a tattooing apprenticeship, another thing I've wanted to do since I was little. My dad had lots of tattoos and I loved every single one. Ever since he passed away last year I decided to get my shit together.
I tried a little harder in school, and had to miss a few concerts (tear, tear) but I managed to go from B's and C's to A's and a B in Spanish. Whenever I wasn't being a complete nerd by studying and actually doing work, I was (A) Losing "friends and (B) Polishing my portfolio.
Losing some of my "friends" didn't bother me that much, I had pencils, paper and pens to comfort me. Now I walked the early morning streets of San Diego, art kit and sketchpad in my bag on standby, ready to find some inspiration.
I reached for my back pocket and slipped out my phone. The earbuds wrapped around the phones slim, metal figure made the process difficult, but I got there eventually. I carefully unwrapped the earbuds, these things were my life. If anything happened to my babies the world would come to an end. Music was like air. Checking to confirm that the left bud went in my left ear and the right went in my right ear, I twisted them in at in angle so they would stay. I put the device on shuffle and let the mixture of alternative and rock music flow.
Not paying attention to where I was going, I hadn't had a care in the world; Until I bumped into some stranger.
"Oomf!" I grunted as my butt hit the concrete.
I stayed seated, making sure that all my possessions were in place and alright. Especially my earbuds. Then I remembered that there was another person in this collision. I turned forward and looked up, only to see some brunette walking past me.
"Hey, wait!" I called, now standing and lightly jogging toward this stranger. I was going back in the direction I came from, but oh well.
The stranger turned around, her hair flipping over her shoulder. She stared at my waiting for something to come out of my mouth. I just kept my jog up until I caught up with her, my hand stretched out in the air as a signal for her to wait.
When I finally caught up with her I asked, "Are you okay?"
She replied with a firm head shake down. "Do you know where you're going?"
Another firm head shake. Her eyes were unsure, though. I reached out my hand and told her my name. "Emma."
"Lyla." She actually spoke for once.
"Do you actually know where you're going, Lyla." I asked a little more sternly than before.
"No, I have no idea where I'm going. I just got here on a bus." She curled the ends of her lips into a slight smile. I laughed a little.
"How old are you?" She looked young-ish. Her eyes told you she was mature enough, but her face was so rounded. Much like my own. I'm 18 and so I assumed the same, I wanted to make sure.
"Eighteen, what about you, Emma?"
"Same age as you." I smiled a bit, "Since you've just arrived, would you like to crash at my place? I'm the only one there, but you'll have to ignore the mess." I said referring to the sketches, doodles and designs that littered my walls and floor.
She stood there, silent and her eyes filled with questions. "I don't bite and I won't be there all day. I've got some tattoos to do this evening so no worries." I held my hands up as a flag of my innocence.
Lyla rolled her eyes jokingly and put on a smile. "Sure." She said, finally. We exchanged phone numbers "in case of emergency" and I texted her the location of my spare key. I can't believe I just let a practical stranger into my house and I won't even be there...
What are you doing Emma?
It was almost 7 a.m. in San Diego, CA.
Wow, I thought, I'm actually here.
Ever since I was little I wanted to move to the West Coast. Growing up on the East Coast was amazing and fun, especially since I grew up in New York. The winter weather- yeesh. It was freezing and snow was regular and heavy. I only worried that it would be too hot on the other side of the States. (I realize now that it's not)
I've only been in California for a few months now, but I love it so much. Already I've gotten a tattooing apprenticeship, another thing I've wanted to do since I was little. My dad had lots of tattoos and I loved every single one. Ever since he passed away last year I decided to get my shit together.
I tried a little harder in school, and had to miss a few concerts (tear, tear) but I managed to go from B's and C's to A's and a B in Spanish. Whenever I wasn't being a complete nerd by studying and actually doing work, I was (A) Losing "friends and (B) Polishing my portfolio.
Losing some of my "friends" didn't bother me that much, I had pencils, paper and pens to comfort me. Now I walked the early morning streets of San Diego, art kit and sketchpad in my bag on standby, ready to find some inspiration.
I reached for my back pocket and slipped out my phone. The earbuds wrapped around the phones slim, metal figure made the process difficult, but I got there eventually. I carefully unwrapped the earbuds, these things were my life. If anything happened to my babies the world would come to an end. Music was like air. Checking to confirm that the left bud went in my left ear and the right went in my right ear, I twisted them in at in angle so they would stay. I put the device on shuffle and let the mixture of alternative and rock music flow.
Not paying attention to where I was going, I hadn't had a care in the world; Until I bumped into some stranger.
"Oomf!" I grunted as my butt hit the concrete.
I stayed seated, making sure that all my possessions were in place and alright. Especially my earbuds. Then I remembered that there was another person in this collision. I turned forward and looked up, only to see some brunette walking past me.
"Hey, wait!" I called, now standing and lightly jogging toward this stranger. I was going back in the direction I came from, but oh well.
The stranger turned around, her hair flipping over her shoulder. She stared at my waiting for something to come out of my mouth. I just kept my jog up until I caught up with her, my hand stretched out in the air as a signal for her to wait.
When I finally caught up with her I asked, "Are you okay?"
She replied with a firm head shake down. "Do you know where you're going?"
Another firm head shake. Her eyes were unsure, though. I reached out my hand and told her my name. "Emma."
"Lyla." She actually spoke for once.
"Do you actually know where you're going, Lyla." I asked a little more sternly than before.
"No, I have no idea where I'm going. I just got here on a bus." She curled the ends of her lips into a slight smile. I laughed a little.
"How old are you?" She looked young-ish. Her eyes told you she was mature enough, but her face was so rounded. Much like my own. I'm 18 and so I assumed the same, I wanted to make sure.
"Eighteen, what about you, Emma?"
"Same age as you." I smiled a bit, "Since you've just arrived, would you like to crash at my place? I'm the only one there, but you'll have to ignore the mess." I said referring to the sketches, doodles and designs that littered my walls and floor.
She stood there, silent and her eyes filled with questions. "I don't bite and I won't be there all day. I've got some tattoos to do this evening so no worries." I held my hands up as a flag of my innocence.
Lyla rolled her eyes jokingly and put on a smile. "Sure." She said, finally. We exchanged phone numbers "in case of emergency" and I texted her the location of my spare key. I can't believe I just let a practical stranger into my house and I won't even be there...
What are you doing Emma?
Notes
I felt it necessary to give Emma a backstory, too... IDK.I guess I wanted to cover all the bases with these two fictional characters:
How they met, where they're from, how they got here.
All that stuff.
Also sorry about the dialog, I hope it wasn't too annoying.
Emma's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=100394899
This story sounds so hectic. Please continue it.
4/8/14