{The} Start Of {Something} New (Eliza, Sher)

Narration | Speech | Emphasis

Finally, Anastacia was able to slink out of the training center without any notice. She had been stuck there all day with this one career who was, in her words, hopeless. She tried to remain patient with the boy, but it didn’t work so well. She lost her temper with him, and started yelling. She had snapped. The whole center had gone silent and was staring at her. ”Nothing to see here, go back to training.” she called out across the room, only an echo in response. The silence was broken by the quiet sobbing of the boy. She rolled her eyes and started to comfort him with apology. Soon, everybody went back to their business and everything was semi normal again. She had made and excuse to go to the bathroom, but instead snuck out the back door.

Now here she was, creeping through the streets of the busy afternoon market place. The sweet scent of baked goods floated by her, she looked into the window longingly. Unfortunately, she could not afford such thing. It aggravated her more, just making her frustrated with herself. Cart by cart, each food item made her mouth water. She had just realized how hungry she was. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a few coins. Not enough. She had used all of her paycheck for the month on board for the week, and now she had nothing. Why was it so hard for her to get along in life? All she ever asked for was a family, house, and food, is that too much to ask?

Her stomach growled at her viciously, begging for food. She held it tight with arms, trying to ignore the pain, but it was hard. She found an alley way with a couple boxes and hid her bag underneath them. Ana then silently made her way around the perimeter of the market, scanning for unattended carts or frivolous merchants not paying attention to their stock. One by one, she let her sly fingers slip around the skin of a ripe peach, or the packaging of crackers. She kept them hidden in the pocket of her jacket. Her last item to sneak into her cold hands was a solemn water bottle, as she started to walk away, sh heard what she was dreading.

“THIEF!” bellowed a low, rough voice. She turned around and looked the man in the eye and she flipped her hood up to hide her face, he started running after her, followed by some of his friends. She started scampering away, slinking between people like a snake and ducking and jumping obstacles like a quick fox. Ana caught sight of a fire exit with stairs winding to the rooftop. A perfect chance to loose them. Taking a sharp turn, she started scaling the cold metal stairs quickly. The men followed her tracks with ease as well. They cornered her at the edge of the roof with a crooked grin. She flashed them a grin as well, turned around, and jumped down from the building. Their faces were full of shock and quickly hustled to the edge to watch her land on the next building’s fire escape with ease. She then climbed down from there, looking back at them, winking, she continued on her way.

She put her hood down and pulled out the peach, taking a bite into the soft, juicy meat. She walked all the way back to the boxes in which her bag was hidden under. This time though, she took the long way around taking back roads and alley ways so no one could spot her. She had had a rough day and all she wanted to do was find shelter and relax. She spotted a motel across the way, but something wonderful filled her ears. A voice; and a talented one at that. Curiously, she walked over and saw a boy, now smoking a cigarette, his guitar perched next to him. A girl came up to him and complemented his voice, which I never would have done, but something about this boy seemed familiar. I studied his face closer and realized he was a Moreno. Interrupting the girl, which I really did not care about, I asked, “A Moreno now are you? What are you doing singing? Aren’t you supposed to be killing someone right now?” I said, a playful smirk on my face.

It wasn’t every day you see a Moreno walking around.