Contacts! Ugh at least no one else seems to think otherwise.
Well, apart from the wolf girl who just walked past me. She growled at me. So she’s noticed me. And I’ve certainly noticed her. She stinks of dog. I'm not sure which is worse, the stench of blood that is filling the bus, or the dog smell. I wrinkle my nose, trying to ignore the stinging mix of aromas. Eventually, I have to open the window. It’s sticky, but I get it open quickly enough. After slamming it with the palm of my hand. I'm kinda lucky it didn’t break.
The air breezes in, as the bus trundles along, carrying us to who knows where. I didn’t care. I needed to get to a city, quickly. And busses are faster than walking out in the sun.
Liberty asked me something that I didn’t quite catch. I got her name. But I didn’t hear the question. I turn my head now to face her. I’ve stopped fidgeting now; it seemed to be drawing attention to me. Instead I twist my fingers around restlessly.
‘Your driver told me to ask you about what just happened...?’ she repeats slowly, somewhat unnerved by me growling at the girl behind me.
‘I don’t know what happened. I only got on the bus a little while ago. Maybe you could ask her, the dreamer up front. Mai I think her name is.’ I turn away from her again, and ignore her dejected sigh.
My attention shifts to the rucksack at my feet. I had almost forgotten it was there. There really isn’t much inside it, making it light to carry. It wouldn’t bother me much if it was heavy, but the lightweight back pack usually escaped my notice because of how little it weighs.
I lift it up easily, sifting through the two changes of clothes and human food. I might need blood to live, but I still get a craving for normal food sometimes. Guess it’s what little of the human is left in me.
Ironically, after growling at the girl asking about my red “contacts” I did carry coloured contacts for occasional use. I figured now would be a good time to use them. I just had to make it look like I was taking them out, rather than putting them in. Easy. I’d done it before. I quietly opened the little contacts packet and in a practised motion, slip them in without anyone noticing. Having said that, I wasn’t really looking around at who may or may not have seen me. Shrugging that fact off, I sit up again. I hoped no one noticed that they were contacts.
I return to twirling my fingers, gazing out of the window at the passing scenery.