Zazi: Streets To Strange Island

He said his name was Daniel. Just Daniel. Another street-er, like me. He treated me so kindly, like no-one I’d ever known. I trusted him and he mislead me. How do I know this?

I know this because waking up on a boat; with the Poppies that he had given me in my hand, dead, is not where he said we were going when I climbed into the ‘stolen’ van that Monday evening.

In fact, I say to myself, as I am marched onto an island, I have no grasp of whatever time it is at the moment. Of all the abilities I could have been born with, why didn’t I get Time Travel, or something? All I get stuck with is an ability to manipulate Earth. Which isn’t too bad as it fits so much with my Taurean personality. I would be worried if I wasn’t born in May, to be honest…

The front door of the establishment on this strange island was thrown open and the man escorting me barked, “In!”

“But…”

“No questions! In!”

So I walked into this large hall-type room, and instantly my hands shot to my neck, and started twirling a strand of my golden hair around a finger. It’s what I do when I’m nervous-I can’t help it, my hands just start playing with my thick locks when I meet new people. Lately I tried to cut my hair-a new look, like a bob or something, but it grows awfully fast. That must be because of the fact that I love my hair being long. I’d say my hair is my prettiest feature. I’m quite short and a little overweight with slightly slanted yellow eyes and almost-slits for pupils. My nails and hair grow quicker than normal people’s, I’ve noticed, so I don’t get as cold because my hair insulates me. Nobody really noticed me on the streets, and that’s way I preferred, as people have glanced at me as though I am ugly alien…

A girl about my age walked in from another room, munching happily on a muffin and smiling to herself. It would be weird if she knew I was just thinking about wrapping myself up to sleep in my hair. I swear, just then, it grew another length.

“Hi…” I giggled nervously, showing odd-shape teeth.

The End

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