"Found a piece of candy on the floor I couldn't resist but taste it. Momma would've smacked me that's when I made up my mind and ate it."
This is the story of my twisted tangled life. I looked out my bedroom window. The street glowed with the single streetlight on my road. I peered into the darkness, searching for any sign of him. A old ford pickup came rolling around the corner and stopped at Ms. Chesterfields house. This was my ride. I pulled myself from my soft covers, barely able to tear myself away from their familiarness, the last moment I would ever spend wrapped up in them. I grabbed my dance bag, now packed with clothes and my new phone, and walked silently down the hall. I looked into my mothers room.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. Nothing I could ever say could express how sorry I really was. I tiptoed down the stairs and closed the door silently behind me. I looked back one last time at 154 Applegrove lane. I wouldn't call it my home, because is a house really a home when there's nothing there for you? I wiped a tear from my face and ran to his truck. I threw my bag into the truckbed and was satisfied at the thump it made. That thump made it official. I swung myself into the ford and told him that nothing could keep us apart for too long. He smiled. Running away, something my mother would hit me for. Just like a piece of candy. That piece of candy I had just picked up. Now he began to drive down the street. The candy was eaten. I was gone. We made it onto the highway and he pressed the gas. Finally out of my town. Two hours later, we were out of the state. Into rhode island, then Connecticut, then new York, and finally Pennsylvania.
"no" I whispered to him. Further. He rolled his ice blue eyes and floored it. Onto the highway. The hours were long. The sun had risen hours ago. He pulled into McDonald's and we stopped to get breakfast. All the people going in and out didn't think anything of two seventeen year old kids. Thank god. After we jumped back into the rusty pickup, I laid back, thankful to be back on the road. The motor revved, and we were pulling out. A horrible truck horn blared. I screamed. An 18 wheeler smashed into us and we spun off the road. I never saw light again. All for a piece of candy. And I can tell you, the candy isn't always worth it.
This is the story of my twisted tangled life. I looked out my bedroom window. The street glowed with the single streetlight on my road. I peered into the darkness, searching for any sign of him. A old ford pickup came rolling around the corner and stopped at Ms. Chesterfields house. This was my ride. I pulled myself from my soft covers, barely able to tear myself away from their familiarness, the last moment I would ever spend wrapped up in them. I grabbed my dance bag, now packed with clothes and my new phone, and walked silently down the hall. I looked into my mothers room.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. Nothing I could ever say could express how sorry I really was. I tiptoed down the stairs and closed the door silently behind me. I looked back one last time at 154 Applegrove lane. I wouldn't call it my home, because is a house really a home when there's nothing there for you? I wiped a tear from my face and ran to his truck. I threw my bag into the truckbed and was satisfied at the thump it made. That thump made it official. I swung myself into the ford and told him that nothing could keep us apart for too long. He smiled. Running away, something my mother would hit me for. Just like a piece of candy. That piece of candy I had just picked up. Now he began to drive down the street. The candy was eaten. I was gone. We made it onto the highway and he pressed the gas. Finally out of my town. Two hours later, we were out of the state. Into rhode island, then Connecticut, then new York, and finally Pennsylvania.
"no" I whispered to him. Further. He rolled his ice blue eyes and floored it. Onto the highway. The hours were long. The sun had risen hours ago. He pulled into McDonald's and we stopped to get breakfast. All the people going in and out didn't think anything of two seventeen year old kids. Thank god. After we jumped back into the rusty pickup, I laid back, thankful to be back on the road. The motor revved, and we were pulling out. A horrible truck horn blared. I screamed. An 18 wheeler smashed into us and we spun off the road. I never saw light again. All for a piece of candy. And I can tell you, the candy isn't always worth it.
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