Heartbreaker

1. Introductions

My name is West. West Spencer Dean. As in the legendary James Dean. But I am nothing near as extraordinary as him. If anything I'm the opposite. I'm 22 years old and I'm a runaway. That's what people in my state call people who travel all the time and most of the time, we never return. I've been a runaway since I was 16. I guess you can call me homeless if you'd like? That's the literal term.

There are many others like me called strays. They don't leave outside of the state. They're too afraid. For what? I don't know? The feeling of freedom is something indescribable. You never have to be on time for anything. You create your own version of time. Or sometimes, time is nothing but a word. It becomes nonexistent. And that's when you know you're completely free.

My life as a runaway has been quite the journey. My decision on leaving was made because of an accident. It was the greatest indiscretion to ever happen to me. In the beginning it was hard. I was young, barely knew how to drive, and only had 200$ in my name. I didn't have a job so not knowing how I was gonna get around, eat, let alone survive was really worrying. My uncle had a car garage 3 hours away from home. He let me work there until I can fully be on my feet. He thought I was just moving out but little did he know my next stop was Las Vegas.

I saved up enough money to get an old van and still have money to support myself for another three months. I've had little jobs here and there and I've been doing great.

If any of you were wondering, no I haven't had a relationship. Ever. In my entire life. Haven't even had my first kiss. Surprising for a guy huh?? I did meet this really cool chick while during my convoy in Las Vegas. She was amazing actually. I never thought I'd meet a girl like her. I might even say that I was in love at one point. But she didn't feel the same way. When I told her, I guess she got creeped out and left. Left me. I guess I've had a pretty cold heart after that.

Anyways, I'm currently on my way to the city of Angels. The golden state. The land of silver starlets and golden gods. The west coast. If you are an uncultured swine and don't know what I'm talking about, I'm headed to California. I've never been to a beach and that will be the first place I'll set foot on in California. Venice beach.

So this is my journey as a runaway and how everything took a 180 turn as I set my bare feet on the golden sand, watching the California sun set.
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So welcome new readers to my latest story! And if you are my loyal returning readers, then welcome back!! I hope you all liked my introduction to my new story. I hope you all like it. If you didn't understand then this will be in the point of view of a *drum roll*. BOY!! 👏👏👏 and of course this is a fictional story and I don't know if there is an actual thing called runaways. But it's creativity. Let me know in the comments if you want me to continue this story and your opinions about the intro! LOVE YOU!!
Sincerely,
Jazmine ❤️

P.S. That picture is a photo of James Dean. So imagine that as West!😉