Out of the many torturous times I have been through in my 19 years of life, I am pretty sure that this is the worst. I would much rather be hit with a ruler in school 100 times over, than sitting here and contemplating my next move after finally realizing that trying to find my family would be pretty much hopeless.

It had started to rain about 10 minutes or so after I had taken a seat on this now drenched bench, and while everyone ran for cover and left the grassy area, I stayed exactly where I was.

There was no point in moving, since I now had nowhere to go.

I'm not even sure how long I have been sat here; all I know is that the lab coat I am wearing has now gone slightly grey from where it's so wet, and it is now sticking to my body, since I do not even have any clothes on. My feet have also been stuck in this one growing, mucky puddle that runs along the front and bottom of the bench, and once again I do not bother to move, but this time for... You know; [i]privacy reasons[/i]. The sky has turned dark and cloudy, so I am guessing that it is coming close to the evening.

There has been this one boy, though.

He has been sat against a large oak tree that's roughly in the middle of the field with his legs outstretched in front of him, and he also has a dark coloured backpack placed next to him that looks pretty much empty. He seems to be drier than myself, as every now and again I only catch sight of one or two small drops of rain under there, and the grass seems to look lighter over there. The appearances of our clothes and hair also show who is dry, and who is wet. Let's just say that he looks like someone who had just dried themselves enough to not be soaked after getting out of a bath, whilst I am still [i]in[/i] it.

He has also been trying to glance at me whenever I look away, but I always catch him when I look at him through the corner of my eye and turn my head to look at him sideways. This makes him quickly turn his head to try and trick me into thinking he wasn't really looking this way, but the process only just repeats when I look away again.

Should I really feel as self-conscious as I do right now? Because he's making me feel as if I am actually [i]naked[/i].

He is still sat there, too. Only now, he's gotten out something and put two ends of a wire from the item into his ears... How strange.

I continued to watch the young boy for another couple of minutes as his lips began to move and his head continuously rocked back and forth, and from what I could tell from the distance, his eyes were closed. So, me being the curious person I am, decided to quickly get up from my seat and run towards the other side of the tree, which I surprisingly succeeded with.

Once I was closer to the boy and stood on the other side of the tree trunk, I cautiously crept around so that I was still stood out of his side, but almost right beside him. I could hear a faint buzzing noise coming from him, which I guessed was coming from the things in his ears.

I took that as a sign that he was unable to hear me, and let out a small breath I had been holding in. I don’t even know why I am stood right next to this boy and watching what he is doing, yet alone even being around him. I guess he just fascinates me in a way; he has an item that I have not yet seen before, his clothes are extremely different to those in my time, and he seems to look a little paler than everyone else.

But then again, [i]I[/i] was paler than most people I knew, and so were Mikey and my mother. Therefore, I cannot really say that he is quite unique because of his skin tones, though his choice of attire is a different story.

He is currently wearing skin tight trousers that are a faded blue colour, and one of his bony knees could be seen as he has multiple holes up each of his legs. He then has a pair of black and white shoes with thick soles, and a black and soft looking jacket with a hood hanging loosely behind his back that is covering another layer of black underneath it.

His hair has a very dark brown colour to it, though I am unsure if it is natural or not as it looks incredibly soft, though it has a small shine to it that is not very common in other people’s hair. I have also noticed that his nails are painted black as if he were a woman, though it has chipped mostly by the edge of the nails as if he constantly chews on them from maybe nervousness, boredom or just by instinct.

I suddenly jump a little when he lifts his head and opens his eyes, and I have to quickly shuffle back behind the tree just in case he catches sight of me. However, when I peer around to see what he is now doing, I catch him just staring and focusing completely on the spot where I was sat only moments ago.

Is there something or somebody else over there, or is he trying to figure out where I had gone to?

He then unexpectedly sighs and murmurs something under his breath, before standing up and grabbing his bag to sling it over one of his shoulders, and lets one of the straps hang against the back of the bag as he just walks away from the spot where I was just left standing and watching as I bit my lip.

As soon as he disappears down one of the many streets, I decide to finally sit back down, but this time in the same spot he had just been in. I glance over to where I had previously been sitting and frown, thinking hard about if he was actually watching and looking for me.

At that moment, I then decided that I would approach this boy tomorrow if he comes back to this field, and try to find out more about the current date, and where we are. If he doesn’t come back, then I shall go and look for him myself the day after.

I will [i]not[/i] give up easily, until I have found my mother and Mikey.