000 Innocent Visage

000 Innocent Visage.

She hated running.

It was early Friday morning—a Friday morning that gave new meaning to the phrase Freaky Friday.

The inhabitants of NYC were crawling out of their beds to begin yet another busy day. Climbing on the subway, crowding the streets, buying coffee and yelling for taxis. Perhaps that is what you would see if you expecting a typical New York work day, which, in some ways, was not typical at all.

But if you were a young girl running for her life from two burly men, you wouldn’t give a damn about how normal the day is. As a matter of fact, if someone had told her that Chicken Little had finally come out and said the sky was not going to fall, she probably wouldn’t give a flying rat’s ass. That was just how bad the day was.

She sighed and ducked into a busy street corner. Strings of colorful insults came at her from behind from irate pedestrians that she’d accidentally run into while trying to get away. One of them even muttered something about kids these days. Panting like a dog, she bobbed and weaved her way through the street, running for her life.

Gee, great way to work off that chocolate cake from last night.

More people growled at her. She set her mouth in a grim line and kept on barreling forward as if someone had given her a syringe in the butt. It would have seemed kinda of funny somehow if she hadn’t been in so much danger. Felice would have laughed.

Where is she I wonder…
she thought blindly. Kind of a stupid question since she lived in California with everyone else. She glanced up above her and found that she was now in Greenwich Village on Bleeker Street. I don’t even know where I am right now. She frowned. Bleeker Street? Who do I know that lives around here?

She paused for a moment to catch her breath. She glanced down at herself for a moment, not caring that she was clad in only her house shoes and pajamas. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were wild. Hell, if she had a mug and dirt smeared on her innocent visage, she could have gotten enough change to call her aunts long distance.

Her eyes widened. Aunt Jessica! She frantically searched her pullover pockets for some spare change. Maybe she can explain what just happened here.

Suddenly, Josie had a strange feeling creep up the back of her neck.

Oh joy. Oh here we go again.

She turned to her left and shot forward, moving at a speed that would have rivaled a steroidized track star. She ignored the people this time, their faces blurring into one in her eyes, voice blending into a long drone in her ears.

This day will never end.


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