The engine in the rear cranks to life, and I put my Orange Bubble, as I call her, into gear, and start my drive home. “Yeah, I know. xxx 18 “You see her too?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer. That’s not the oddest thing though. My underwear is literally torn from my body, and I barely even notice. I’m sorry I killed you. I’ve been able to see just fine, and somehow never noticed their lack. My dark brown hair is cut close to my head, parted on the right, and I’ve been told that my gray eyes are eye-catching, if only I didn’t have to wear glasses.
