Rommie

This is one of my first drafts and I will definitely be posting again when I have made changes. This one is the a modern version of the Greek myth Andromeda and Perseus.

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Rommie

In truth, coming here was a kind of reprieve. A lone island, in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, five thousand miles away from New York City. Five thousand miles away from all the gossip, all the lies, all the fake people trying to come into your life just because you’re part of one of the richest family in the city. It’s actually kind of peaceful here. Something I haven’t felt in a long time. Ever since my dad moved from the insurance business in Oregon to inheriting several large investment companies in New York.

Now, here I am, on an island a long way away from anywhere because my mother pissed someone very powerful off. But apparently I am the one who gets sent away. I am the one who has to go to an all girls dorm and live with people I don’t even know. All until everything settles down and my mother apologizes. But I am not sure that is going to happen. My mother isn’t the apologetic type.

The boat ride over here was full of throwing up and lying down. I didn’t eat very much because of my seasickness. Everything I did eat always came back up. When the boat ride ended I practically jump off the boat and kissed the ground. But I didn’t since it smelled like dead fish. Which made sense because it seemed to double as a fish market and boating dock. The smell alone almost made me lose my appetite. Almost.

I asked the first person I saw where the closest place to eat was. He directed me to a local diner not far from the docks. It was within walking distance and right now that was pretty much all I wanted to do. My mom only let me bring a few pieces of my own clothing and the rest I had to buy here. So I only had two suitcases.

The walk to the diner was pleasant. Except for all the staring. I guess this place didn’t get many visitors. It was pretty obvious that I wasn’t from around here. I stuck out like sore thumb. While everybody here was wearing flannel shirts, worn jeans, and sneakers, I was wearing high heeled boots, a skirt, a tank top, and a black blazer. I also don’t think I have seen one person with fiery red hair.

But since I was starving, I ignored it all and focused on getting to the diner without getting lost.  It took about twenty minutes before I finally found it. It was a two story building with rotting wood and a freshly painted red door. It was really fitting too because the name of the establishment was Red Door Diner. It was actually quite quaint and it reminded me of one of those old diners they had in Oregon.

When I walk into the diner everything immediately becomes quite and all eyes are on me. I blush all the way down to my neck in embarrassment  and head over to a red vinyl  stool at the bar. Once I sit down the talking slowly start to come back. A sweet round woman wearing an apron came up and gave me a menu. “Don’t be intimidated by them,” she said in a surprising country drawl, “ they just ain’t used to newcomers ‘round here.” She gives me a smile that’s as sweet a sugar and walks away to get someone else’s order.

I look down at the menu and everything looks mouthwatering. Once I decide what I want, I look around for the nice woman and see that she is busy with someone else. I decide to wait until she is done since I don’t see anyone else. But when my stomach rumbles, I look again to see if I can find anyone else. And as I’m looking through the kitchen window I see a guy with hair as black as the night sky. He looked about my age and had the eyes of a lighting storm. It was as if they could sent bolts of lightning at you if you stared too long. And that was exactly what they were doing to me, because he was looking right at me.