"Grace!" I turned around. "There you are!" Tyler exclaimed with a smirk. I stopped to wait for him and we talked about our day as we waited for our usual friend group to form.
Anyone who wasn't in our little "group" didn't like us. Everyone else thought we were weird and tended to avoid us. It was ok though. Their stares and nasty remarks could only hurt so much. But it never hurt to much considering I didn't need approval from slutty girls and dick headed guys.
Once everyone in the group showed up we made our way towards the back roads we took home. Tyler handed out the smokes once we were far out of site.
Almost everyone already made there way home but my house was the furthest so I walked alone for a while. Finally I made my way up a the few brick stairs that lead to my front door.
I threw the cigarette butt on the brick floor and ground it in. Then braced myself for the horror on the other side of my door.
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Runaway
Short StoryI don't know what to write for a description. I have never written anything and shared it but this was my first one. Can someone give me their honest opinion on if I should write more stories or stop now? I know there might be a lot of grammar mista...
