I stepped over my mothers drunken form on the floor. I put on my old steeled-toed boots and walked through the door. I can't believe I'm doing this. Oh my god, I'm going to die! No, wait... I might be able to pull this off. I walked through the dark streets of my small sad town. I pull my hood over my head and shove my hand inside my pockets. It's strangely quiet. My violet eyes dart back and forth making sure I don't miss any detail of where I am. I breath in slowly. I'm going to make it. Everything will be just fine. I smile slightly to myself as I keep walking. Boy, what a day. I look at the big clock tower in the middle of town. Only 9:00 pm. I have many hours before day brake. I sigh, I need somewhere to stay the night. But where? I don't have any friends or relatives that live near me. So maybe the nice old lady that lives down kings street. She'd be happy to let me stay the night. I sure of it. I start walking more quickly towards kings street with a little more bounce to my step. I walk further into the night while the street lights give off an unwelcoming glow. It's starts growing colder so I wrap my arms around my torso, trying to trap my body heat. Only one more block till I'm at kings street. A couple more steps. But then something goes wrong. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Why can I hear the clock? I'm not even near a clock! I start to quicken my pace. Please stop, please stop. I say over and over again in my own mind. Tick, tock, tick, tock. I'm now running at top speed. I turn onto kings street. Tick, tock, tick, tock. No, no, no,no, please stop! I yell in my own mind. I see the nice old lady's house just two houses ahead of me. " Finally!" I grumble. I keep running until I reached her drive way. She has many rose bushes in her front lawn with various blood red roses blooming. Her house is a pail pink with white trimming. I reach her door. And knock twice. "Hello?" Someone asks as they open the door. "Uhh... Hi! Do you remember me? I'm Troy Crane." I reply. "Ahhh, yes. Sweet little Troy." She smiles sweetly. "May I come in?" I question. "Of course!" The nice lady steps aside, and letting me inside her home. "Thank you." I inform her.
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Teen Fictionthis is a story of a 16 year old girl named troy crane, and her battle to get out of the strange sad little town she grew up in. will troy get some help with her escape or will she have to go alone? will she make it out of the town alive? please r...
