My Girl

When Two Worlds Collide

Michael

I was walking home from school. I usually walk with the boys, but they went out to eat. I had to get hime quickly or else my parents would get pissed. I walked in the front door and heard shouting. My parents were arguimg again.

"You're always drunk! Just leave!" My dad yelled at my mom. "You're right! I should leave that way I woudn't have to deal with you!" My mom yelled back. And with that, she left. She will come back later appologizing. This happens sometimes. "Michael! Get your ass down here and get me food!" My dad yelled. I quickly ran downstairs. He hated my hair. He hates that I color it all the time. I like it though. I'm punk rock so I do what I want. "Get yourself out of this house and don't come back! I don't want you here anymore! You're noyhing but trouble to me and your mom. You're the reason she started drinking. I hit you because you deserve it. You're nothing to us anymore! Get Out!" He yelled to my face. I quickly ran upstairs, grabbed my belongings and left. I started walking. I don't know where to go. The boys don't know about my parents. Nobone does. It started getting dark and I was worried about where I was going to sleep, if I were to sleep at all. Then I bumped into someone familiar. A girl.

Alana

It was almost 7 and I decided to go for a walk. I need to get to know this place. It is beautiful day today. I was walking and stopped by a cute little park. I went directly to the swings and listened to music. I recieved a text from my mom saying they are going to stay a few days wherever she is. So I'm happy that I get to enjoy this scenery without worring if when I get home my parebts would get upset. I continued to listen to music then before I knew it, it was 9:30. I better get home. I began walking then I bumped into someone who looks familiar. Redish hair. Michael. "I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" I begged. He looked like he had been crying. He didn't say anything. He just hugged me. I hugged back. Maybe he has been through a tough time. He has bags in his hands. Is he running away? "I'm sorry. I wont hurt you, here. But it's a long story and I have someone who is going to take care of me so I'm fine." He said im a sad tone. I couldn't help but ask, "Do you need a place to stay the night? My parents are out of town and we have a spare bedroom that you can sleep in if you'd like." he said nothing at first but then agreed. We walked to my house and I led him upstairs to the guest bedroom that my mom and I fixed up. "I hope you like it." I said softly. He said nothing and begam to take off his shirt. I took that as 'go away. I want to change.' So I left him do his thing. I went downstairs and cooked pancakes and eggs. I know he eats a lot as do I so I cooked enough to feed pretty much a family of 7. I guess he smelt the food and he came downstairs in his cute pajamas and sat down at the table. Cute? Did I say cute? "You cook?" He asked. I nodded and said, "Yeah. My parents leave me alone at home a lot so I have to make something to keep me alive." we then ate in silence. I put up the dishes and walked upstairs to bed. This is so awkward. Why did i do this.