unknown

Chapter 1

We're all born different ways. Some go through traditional birth, others
seasections. Strangly I was neither. I don't know how I got onto this earth
unlike all of the human race, I was found on a bus. Never ending, I would
always take the same route everyday, not sure where I was supposed to
be headed towards but I knew it had something to do with the face I kept
seeing in my dreams until the loud noise of the person snoring behind me 
would awaken me from bliss. He has hair that's so blonde it was almost
white that matched his perfect eyebrows hanging over those soft inviting
eyes. It was all I knew, all I ever knew.

People kept speaking but I couldn't understand the movement of their lips.
I'd try to explain, try to show them that I didn't know but they'd just look at
me with the same face everytime. I can't explain it, their eyebrows scrunch
together and they look like they're trying to concntrate very hard on what I'm
trying to explain.

"Hunny, can I sit here?" A women with bright auburn hair and fair complection
was looking at me, what was she saying? She moved her lips like they all
did but nothing seemed to work together.

"üzr istəyirəm?" Pardon? I asked her in Azerbaijani, the only language I could 
remember learning, the click of the tounge and motion of the lips were much 
different from the language she was speaking to me.

"Oh, you don't speak English." She sat down and looked over at me using her
hands to wave at me. The motion was like a swosh in front of my face and I 
followed it while her hand moved and smiled. Waving back I nodded, not knowing
exactly what it meant but I guessed that it must have been a way that they
communicated. "Do you." The women pointed to me signaling that she was 
speaking about me. "Have a home?" Making a roof over her head I looked at 
her with a sideways stare making the same gesture with my own hands. "Yes!"
The women smiled with excitment, "Thats it, do you live somewhere?" I still
didn't understand what she meant, but I guessed she meant the gesture as in
home. Shaking my head no, which I learned once from a strange boy, she sighed
deepy and then smiled. "Then you must come home." She made the gesture
of roof again over her head. "With me." The women then pointed to herself her
eyes bright with enthusiasm and a grin spread across her face that showed the
top of her teeth. I looked at her and finally understood someone on this forsaken
bus, she wanted to bring me to her home.