I couldn't get over how everyone stared at me like I was some kind of runaway princess, the man who asked that question and everyone else in this bus was beyond curious as they looked at me, not even hiding a bit of their expression. "Well, it's not entirely what you think." I laugh.
"Then you were being kidnapped, pursued. Are they dangerous?" They asked more worriedly. The situation was more trickier than expected.
"Leave the girl alone, she just stopped running about a couple of minutes ago and you all want to tear her up into a million pieces with your curious question. Geez give the girl some break." She told the crowd. She wore a black hoodie with bogue pants, she had wet hair that stood singly and was very pretty and older than me. "I'm Clara."
