Glitch--III

Within her line of sight, a pair of posh shoes came into view, the owner of the shoes over shadowed Diana's small frame. Diana cautiously worked her way up the two strong legs which held the body of an un-doubted ugly, horny male. "I always get the left over." Dian mumbled to her as her eye line ascended above the kneecaps and she braced herself for an unwanted sight, she looked up, she couldn't see the male's face because the sun was directly in back of his head making his features shadowed. She smiled shyly and hoped that he didn’t try to converse with her.1

“You’re pretty” he grunted, Diana giggled to herself remembering stories of Neanderthals and how those writers supposed that they spoke, Diana thought that his speech patterns could not have been far off from that of the Neanderthals. “I’m Clay.” He announced in a gruff voice, “How aptly named you are,” Diana said, smiling politely, “I am Diana.” Clay scratched his head and sat down next to Diana, unaware that he had just been insulted.  Diana gave a coy smile and a deep laugh, although she didn’t have any talents as far as Casey was concerned, Diana thought of her ability to politely insult a person as a talent which far surpassed being able to walk in high heels.2

Diana’s pseudo conversation with Clay yielded less information -valuable or no- to Diana’s searching mind then watching her reflection. The question of whether or not Diana was interested in seeing the inside of Clay’s bedroom had been asked and answered with a negative for about the seventh time in a row when Diana snapped. She stood and shouted at him “For the one hundredth time, I do NOT want to have sex with you so stop asking!” everyone stared at her, Casey was the fist to recover from the daze which Diana’s screams had temporarily put them all into, “Diana, you’re going to have to sooner or later, if you want a place to stay that is, your father won’t always be able to keep you.” Diana glared at them, especially at Casey, “I’m not like you.” She growled chest heaving slowly, “I’m not like you at all!” in a fit of rage, Diana turned over the chest which held Casey’s cosmetics before she ran off.3

Diana was now flaming mad, she packed up some of her things and decided she would run away, not knowing where she would go but her blind fury had gotten in the way of logical thinking. She skewered her mother’s cosmetics cabinets; a swirling vortex of her earlier statement consumed her mind sending her into frenzy.4

Diana awoke the next day on the bathroom floor, she could tell it was getting dark- she must have slept the entire day, she did not remember much from the last night, her head felt hard and dizzy she thought at first that she was drunk - she had read about the effects of alcohol in a book, and she felt many of the symptoms-what confused Diana was the fact that she didn't drink so much as a drop of water that night. Diana's head was too sore to ponder such anomalies at the moment. She turned over and got up on her hands and knees slowly, apparently she had ripped her cloths sometime during the night because parts of her dress had come off completely. Diana slowly inched herself into a standing position and looked at her self in the mirror. “I’m beautiful!” she thought as she ran her hand though her hair, the difference was amazing, she wasn’t sure she even did anything and she wished she could remember because she liked the look.5

The image in the mirror wore a torn piece of silk which barely covered her petite breasts and the bottom half of a crimson red dress.6

Diana faintly remembered that the dress which Casey made her ware was a hot pink, but the color change didn't bother her that much, she liked the color crimson better anyway.  7

Her hair was no longer the dusty blond which had been another point of ridicule for Diana the last 15 years of her life, an exact half of it was a deep jet black which glistened cobalt blue where the light hit it, the other half was white with streaks of sliver sporadically though-out. Diana's eyes had also changed, she guessed it was just an allergic reaction and the effect would go away within a few days, the eye which rested under the black half of her hair was such an icy blue that it nearly looked silver; the other was a deep fiery red. While Diana was enthralled with her new look, she heard footsteps of about four people walking briskly towards her. 8

Her mother pounded on the door. "Diana, come out! I know you’re hiding in there." she sounded cross, the way she sounded when she found Diana in her father's old library. Diana walked so very slowly to the door cautious not to make a sound until just the right moment. she grabbed the handle and twisted it with invisible slowness then she threw the door open and stood with a snarl on her face, she was counting on her new look to scare them into silence for just  long enough  for her to pick up her bags and run off, it worked!9

Only three miles later when her feet, legs, sides, and lungs hurt from running did she decide to slow to a walk. Her logical mind throbbed in pain, it had been beaten by Diana’s blind fury and held at bay until this point when the adrenalin vanished from her body and she realized she was hurting, and all alone. Tears welled at the bottoms of her eyes, she wished she had thought about the consequences before she acted but she hadn’t and there was nothing for her to go back to now. 10

She was only vaguely aware that she had stumbled into the bad outskirts of the town; she figured she walked about five more miles while her consciousness was directed within her. The fist physical sign that the change from rich to poor was being made was the fact that the houses no longer looked alike. A plumber would have a different house then a janitor but they would live right next door to one another because they made about the same amount of money. With all the changes to humanity that gene splicing and human growth had provided, there was still a huge divide between the rich and the poor. This was made even worse because men raised boys to go into the profession they were in currently, with the addition of the gene writing the boys had no more intelligence then what was required for their jobs; there was absolutely no hope of moving up in the world. Diana had heard stories of these cities harboring natural born's or "gnats" as they were sometimes called. They all congregated at night to plan how to best over though the "Sups" as gnats tended to call those who were made, like Diana.  11

Diana shivered at the thought of being captured by one and decided that, for the night, it was best to hide in a little alleyway she was passing at the moment; she arrayed a few cardboard boxes around her and drifted into a strange sleep.12