Who: Polly Jean Randall and Carson Greco What: Meeting Where: A grocery store When: BACKDATED to a day and a half ago
Polly would have once thought that living in a grocery store was neat! Like that book that her parents read about the kids who lived in a museum and took baths in the fountain. Living in a grocery store sure wasn't like living in a museum. Especially after losing the group that she was with because monsters chased them. She had run into the grocery store and hid behind a crate. That was two days ago.
She was staring at her hands again. Well, they used to be her hands. They were still her hands, sort of. But they were claws too, like a tiger's or something. Like that one movie that Ani watched and Polly wasn't allowed to, about the Doctor on the island. She caught a piece of it anyway, sneaking into the living room to sit with Ani after their parents went to bed. The crazy doctor was trying to make humans like animals..or animals like humans, she couldn't remember which. Either way, it had scared her and she had nitemares.
Her hands were sort of like those nitemares. Her skin too. She stared at them and then looked at the mess that she had made on the floor of the store. She wanted Spaghetti-O's, and accidentally spilled the sauce and noodles all over the place while trying to open a can. A note in messy handwriting (it was hard to hold the pencil anymore) said "I'm sorry" and she put that on the shelf before grabbing her backpack and standing up to find another place in the store to hide.
Not wanting to cry again, in case her parents and Ani finally found her, Polly only sniffled a little instead and made her way toward the frozen food section. Ice cream. Ice cream always made things better. She'd get that to eat for dinner and then hide again for the nite. Except there was a sound coming from elsewhere in the store. She froze, staring wide-eyed in that direction, and then ran back toward her crate and hoped that she wouldn't be seen.