1 Meghan Allaway

Hi. my name is Meghan. Meghan Allaway. And...my life isn't as average as everyone else. I know how that sounds, but I'm behind honest. I'm a roamer. An idle, a vagrant, a tramp. Obviously that brings up the question of how I get by. I'm not homeless after all, I've got valuables and a sun-powered electric box. I keep everything I need in a suitcase, I grow and reproduce my own food, filter my own water, volunteer for money sometimes etc etc. I know it's all very bizarre and kind of worrying for some people but... believe me I have my reasons. I'm healthy. I'm happy. That's all that matters doesn't it? Well, apparently I've been missing out on something. No no, not exactly the warmth of a house or the joys of having to work every day and pay taxes. I'm talking about the... embrace and care of another human being. If there's anything I've been truly lacking, it's social skills. I mean, I barely talk to people. I guess I'm just shy, I don't know. I think I'm just more cowardly than anything. Since I live outside of town, I've never really had a reason to talk to people. Every now and then, though I have to stroll in to buy supplies or food/clothes. And that's exactly what got me in this situation. You'd find me in the truffula forest. One of the most beautiful and promising places to be for living the wanderer's life. Every tree is full of life and color, the streams run with cool refreshing water, and the sky is always bright behind the warm sun or the sparkling stars. But alas, it was the time of the month I had to enter town where all the people are roaming and the amount of fluffy bright trees is...sadly lacking. So I slide my miniature bookbag over my shoulders and step my last step on grass. "-inhale- okay...okay. in and out just for some new clothes." I had to tell myself that to stay sane. I really didn't like being around people. In town was filled with shops and the light clanking of heels on the patterned concrete. Luck stood beside me this time, as I opened my eyes to find barely anyone around. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I carefully walk my way around...well nothing and easily get to my destination.

Quick trip! Just as I had planned. In and out, I grabbed only a new pair of shoes and pants, which I tucked into my quaint little turquoise bookbag. But something else caught my attention. It was a sound. Music, specifically, and it sounded to be coming from behind the shop I just exited. "I... thought that was the store's music-" I mumble. All my other instincts told me to just go home, but as you might have guessed, my curiosity got the best of all of them. I slipped through the cracks between shops and looked toward a crowd of people. "So that's where they all went..." And that's where the music was certainly coming from. I carefully made my way to an empty spot in the crowd, trying hard not to bother or even be seen by as many people as possible.

Looking around I find the crowd isn't being all that...pleasant. they're yelling and laughing and throwing things at the gazebo. But what for? Who's-

Wow. I mean wow. This is what they're so excited about? This...tall black haired boy sporting a fedora and a vest.

he was handsome to say the least. A guitar around his front and a familiar scarf around his neck.A Actually it was...kind of overwhelming. I've seen attractive people before but...he had something... something indescribably different. I had to fight the urge to climb up there and defend him or... Shield him from the avalanche of fresh produce being chucked at his head. Or even...jump up there and sing with him, I don't know. something that would help out this poor, clueless hipster boy. It felt like I was getting a front row seat at the scene of his life where his dreams are crushed and blown away and I couldn't do anything about it. I'm such a coward. But that's how I get by, after all. Regardless of his painful humiliation, he...kept singing. Singing some song about a "thneed". And he had a nice voice too. I just don't understand how people can be so ignorant as to not even give him a chance. I was so mad I felt like I was going to burst. I only finally cooled down when he looked at me. Right at me! I guess he saw I was the only one genuinely interested in his... product. He turned and knelt down toward me, singing and strumming his electric guitar, his eyes never leaving mine, and a smile finally creeping back on his face. I began to look frantically back and forth. Should I make a break for it? Or should I stay and confront his... beautiful blue eyes... staring back at me....? People where looking at me, almost...angrily...or curiously. I couldn't tell through the colors flashing in my eyes because of my beginning to become light headed. In reality it wasn't that serious, but I was quite nervous and embarrassed. My face burned a bright red as I continued to look at the only thing that wasn't glaring back at me. Him. I kind of enjoyed it. Looking into his eyes. The blue kind of...cooled the anger surrounding us like a fresh drink of ice water. He leaned closer, singing his silly song, and my eyes went down to what was on his neck. That must be this "thneed" he's talking about. I noticed the fabric looked strikingly like the tufts on the truffula trees. But I ignored it. I was stuck. Stuck in the hallway of this stranger's eyes."-Splat-" poor boy. Yet another nasty tomato collided with his perfect face, throwing him back just a little. That was my chance to run. I took in the look of that handsome stranger one last time and bolted for behind the boutique and outside of town. I felt bad for leaving. "He's gonna get pelted out there" I thought. "No time to worry about it. you're home. The one place where no one else matters to you. Your sanctuary."