I reached a small town soon enough. I walked through the big iron gates and welcomed the smell of the ocean.
A small fountain trickled gleaming water quickly as I strode past it. I realised I was really thirsty. I stepped into the nearest shop, and then remembered I didn't have any money. A job sign was standing in the window.
"Excuse me?" I said to the girl standing at the counter. She looked around my age, 16.
"Hi!" She said. "How can I help you?"
"Well I'm really thirsty, and I don't have any money. I was wondering if I could grab a bottle of water, take the job here and then pay for it with some of the money I earn?" She burst out into laughter.
"I love the way you think," she giggled. "Sure you can. So you want to start today?"
"Um, okay then?"
"Sorted. The drinks are over there," she said, and pointed to a fridge type thing. I opened it and grabbed some water, chugging it down. I walked back over to the girl again. She looked at me, sipping the water again.
"By the way," she lowered her voice. "You don't have to pay for that. Grab a packet of sweets or something too. The owner'll never know. Let's just say it's "employee discount", eh?" She tittered.
"Okay, thanks.." I mumbled. "Now what?" She showed me how to work the till. I watched her actions carefully, but I watched her more. There was something about her that I knew was going to make us close friends. I looked into her sparkling green eyes and saw how the light reflected from her natural golden ringlets.
"....But make sure you give them the right amount of change. The people in this town are quite picky," she said with her mouth almost closed. I laughed.
"What's your name?" I asked casually.
"Dianne," she said joyfully. "And yours?" My eyes widened as I tried to remember my name. I almost sighed with relief when I remembered it.
"Alyssa," I said with a grin.
"That's pretty," she commented. "I love your hair and your eyes!!" Everybody said that. I had long, bright red curls and pale blue eyes. My eyes were pale, yes, but they were also.. shocking? I didn't know how to describe them.
A little boy in green dungarees came up to me with a chocolate bar. He set it on the counter as his mum came up behind him. I checked the price and tapped it into the till.
"Forty pence please," I said, holding out my hand. The boy put 50p into it. I opened the draw, plonked the coin in, took 10p out and gave it to the boy. "Have a nice day," I grinned as they walked out. I looked over to Dianne and she smiled.
Working in a corner shop was okay. But this wasn't my life. This was only the beginning. And I'd make friends and settle in, but then I'd have to go full speed ahead and actually do something.
I knew I would.