Gulping down her last sip of coffee a girl with a white silky skin and golden-silver hair stood up from her chair. Her hair colour was indeed odd, compared to other common colours. Finding someone with silver strands of hair standing out from the bunch of silky-gold hairs was impossible. But it was not dyed. It was the real colour of her hair right since her birth. However she pulled up her hood after the last sip of coffee reached her throat.
"How much?" She asked, her voice echoing through the empty coffee house.
"2 dollars," Replied an old woman, standing near th counter with a smile on her wrinkled face. She handed the bills to her and grabbed her phone from the window seated table she was just sitting on and walked out. The hustle bustle of the wide road had already died down. She looked up at the starry sky. It seemed like a thick blanket of shiny stars had covered the dullness of the night. Her eyes which were usually deep blue and had a dense mist of fog in it, changed into a lighter shade glimmering with warmth even in the coldness of the night when it met with those stars.
"18 years," She whispered under her breathe. Her hands clutched eachother as if she was trying to hug herself.
"Happy birthday," She again whispered under her breathe. As her head tilted away from the starry sky, her eyes came back to its usual self. She looked around and crossed the road to the otherside. All this while, something that she didn't notice was that there were a pair of grey eyes watching her every move. As she disappeared into the streets, those eyes vanished into the shadows.
As the 18 year old girl opened her apartment's door, she heard a voice saying "Thank god you're safe,Miami". She recognised that voice even without seeing who it was.
She hummed in reply and shut the door, not giving the person outside a chance to speak further.
She didn't bother removing her shoes and bounced upon her bed and immediately her shut non-surprisingly as it was 12 in the midnight.
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Next morning she woke up, her deep blue orbs meeting with the direct rays of the sun. She immediately covered them with her hands and jumped off of her bed. She looked around and grabbed her phone from her pant pocket which she hadn't bothered taking out yesterday night, that she was so tired and drifted off to sleep.
As she turned her phone on, a notification popped up saying 'Remember to attend today's classes'. She gave a slight groan and threw her mobile off on the bed as if she didn't see what she expected to see. Then she stripped herself naked and the rays of sun glimmered on her naked body through the open windows which she never minded closing. She was not even bothered if someone took a pic of her naked self. She then walked into the bathroom and let the warm water from the shower touch each part of her body. She stood there like 30 minutes and walked out. It was 8.15 a.m and was Monday which was clearly displayed in the digital clock hung on the wall beside the tall mirror. She became more irritated and annoyed.
"What in the fucking hell!," she groaned and got into her walk-in wardrobe. She grabbed a pair of normal white jeans and black shirt and wore it not before pulling up her panty and bra. She let her shirt buttons open and her grey sports bra was clearly visible. Though it didn't make any difference. Her breasts were just A cup or even smaller. And she didn't have any sexy-curves on her thin wafer-like body. Even though she seemed to be weak and fragile, she was anything but that. She actually had a don't-you-dare-mess-with-me look on her which made her look cold and aloof. She tied her golden-silver hair high up in a messy ponytail and didn't bother about the short strands of hair that fell on her forehead. Grabbing her phone and a black weightless back, she walked out of her room not taking a glance at her reflection in the mirror. Near her doorsteps she on a pair of white sneakers and stormed out of the house closing the door shut and locked it. She went down to the garage through the elevator and found her shiny grey bike among all the other expensive ones. Well, her's wasn't bad though. It was coated completely with grey and had strong grips for handle bars. The seats were long enough for two to sit. But there was only a helmet that sat on the driver seat.
Not wasting a second, she grabbed her helmet and covered her head and ran through inside her bag and finally found a shiny key. She turned on the engine and it roared with full energy. It's roar echoed repeatedly in the garage as if there were hundreds of bikes going to start on a race. Finally she accelerated and swirled her bike in a u-turn by slightly slanting in a 45 degree angle and supporting her right leg on the floor. After the bikes head met the scorching rays of the sun entering inside the garage through the door, she accelarated to 80kmph and dashed out of there, letting her skin meet directly with sun's rays and warm up herself.
