Escape Route- A Short Story

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Have you ever wondered what your life will turn out to be like? People often believe that it is all fate. Most of the time, you fall into your parents footsteps. I don't care what fate has in store. I will stop at nothing to fill my desires. I know the struggles. I deserve to have my dreams come true. Will you be in charge of your own fate?

-Mollie Allen

I'm the type of girl who always thinks about her future. Like where am I going to go to college, who will I marry, and what will I be? I'm obsessed with my future. I guess that's because my life right now isn't exactly perfect. I live in a broken home. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but they have their faults- drug problems. I don't like to brag, or even talk about my problems. I guess it's just trust issues... or maybe I just know that no one really cares- so why bother, right? Nevertheless, my future is my escape route.

-Demi

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"Hey, babe," some guy says to me, "are you from Tennessee..."

"Yes, actually. I am," I interrupt him, "Listen, I don't like you so just walk away, Hun."

After awhile you just get tired of all low-life's hitting on you. If I liked you, I'd make a move. I guess I'm just kind of broken. Every time I get a boyfriend my parents usually give in, and I end up moving schools again. Why even try, right?

I look over Megan's shoulder and there he is. The man of my dreams. He's about 5 foot 9 inches. His muscles frame through his white T-shirt. I couldn't see his face, but I knew it had to be perfect also. It seemed like for a split second that we were the only two around. We connected.

"What are you staring at?" Megan turns around playfully. She has to do a double take. "He's gorgeous," She says dazed, "go talk to him!" She shrieks.

I get up, and start walking toward him. I glance at Megan one last time. My short, floral dress sways back and forth, and I can hear my black combat boots hit the floor as I walk. I feel butterflies in my stomach. What are the odds that maybe he truly is the one. The one I've been searching for my entire life. What are the odds that he just so happened to walk into my Panera Bread- the one I go to every day after school. Though, what if he's just another jerk that will hurt me again.

The 10 foot walk feels like 10 days. I casually walk up beside him- acting like I'm going to order. He glances at me and flashes me a big smile. It's amazing. His teeth literally sparkled. There was only one guy that I've seen with a smile like that. Then it hit me. Justin Bieber- that guy was Justin Bieber! My whole body warms up. I feel my heart racing, and my mouth just can't help but to grin.

"Eeeeeeekkkkkk!" I yell in a high pitched voice. My face turns red because everyone is staring at me.

"Your. Justin. Bieber." I whisper.

He turns to me and flashes me that perfect, toothy smile of his again. He look over his thick, black shades, and whispers back, "Yes, I am."

My face lights up again. I'm speechless. What am I supposed to say? He is my dream. The guy I've thought about since I was 10. I've pictured our marriage, and the day we first meet. This though, this is epic.