Scott Blue POV
Sylvia's going to get a life sentence of prison for murdering people who could've murdered me! Unlike my Father, she didn't deserve this. This was murdering for a good reason. Also unlike my Father, there's no way she's going to be able to break out of prison.
Right before the police car drove away, I ran down the driveway after it. "Wait! Stop! She's innocent!" I tried to yell, "The men she murdered were trying to murder me!"
The cop rolls down the window to say, "Well, they didn't do it, did they?"
I stopped and crossed my arms. "Not fair!" I yelled. I wasn't really angry, I was mostly ticked off.
The next warm summer morning, I search around the house for any money hiding in any corner. I need actual dollar bills.
I took off the next afternoon with the suitcase, and walk down the driveway and down the sidewalk, whistling all the way, pulling the suitcase along behind me. It just kept bumping with every uneven sidewalk square.
I can remember a time where Granny Tina told me that a long time before she met Grandpa Easten, she and her siblings needed to hitchhike to school because their parents couldn't pay for their car any longer. It's pretty crazy that they couldn't actually pay for their own car, but at least her family from way back then knew how to hitchhike.
I walk around for a few minutes before I found a good location to start my travels. So I guess I have to stand on the side of the road and point at some car with my thumb? That's how Granny Tina described it at least, and if she could do it at six years old, I can sure do it at 9/5 just easily.
I don't have a plan. I guess I'll hitchhike untill I get out of the United States of America, no matter how long it takes. Soon, I'll be out of here, and I'll be able to survive somewhere where I'm free and alone.
A few cars passed by, but not a single one noticed me standing here in the sun.
I look at my wrist. Oh yeah, that's right, my watch is broken.
I should've asked Sylvia if she had any spare watches. I could only assume it's somewhere between one or two P.M
I began walking farther, down the sidewalk.
"This will take ages!" I complain to myself, "If one person could just help me, that would be great!"
Here's the thing about people. You couldn't know if you're letting a regular person into the car, or your next murderer. As far as anyone knows, a person on the side of the road could pull out a knife and cut off your head.
That could also be..... the driver!
The sky started to get gray with rain clouds, and misty. I pull my suitcase with me to huddle by the front of a restaurant.
I was worried about the weather. I knew that it was sure to rain with the clouds looking like the way they do. Whenever Henry, Roy, and I left school and ran to Marcela's car, we pull our backpacks over our heads to keep dry. Could I do that with the suitcase? That sounds painful!
I sat by myself for the next fifteen minutes, untill I decided to go inside the restaurant and order myself a pasta salad so I don't go hungry. It was Sylvia's money, and I sure hope I was using it wisely, because this was all the money I have untill the day comes when I have to work for myself.
When people run away from home... do they have to get a job? I think they have to! Especially people like me, who get unlucky.
I do not want that day to come any day soon. I already spent ten dollars on a pasta salad, that tasted like it has been left outside for weeks.
Since I sat alone, I look out the window and notice a car quickly pulling up in the parking lot, in a spot that was close enough to the window. The car did not have a roof, but it was bright red with about five American flags connected to it.
I see this guy walk out. This guy with bleach blond hair and a whole arm of tattoos.
I watch him walk in, swinging the door open aggressively.
Don't look at him, don't look at him, I tell myself.
He was the type of guy who would gladly kidnap you. Not only that, but he would tie you up and leave you in the basement freezer. I was NOT going to be in a basement freezer. This guy walks towards me, slowly like a ghost and gracefully like a leaf.
"I didn't do it!" I spat out for some reason.
His mustache, long and wavy blows in the small breeze that was in the restaurant. "Are you the kid who tried to hitchhike earlier?" He asks kindly.
"Uhmm...." I look around the restaurant to be sure that nobody else was watching.
The rain starts pouring from the sky as I got into American Man's car. I did not trust him. It was impossible! I'll just be with him for the ride, for no other reason than to get out of this country! I watch him press a button of some sort that rolls up the roof. He then grabs my hands and puts them on the wheel so he could light a cigarette and start smoking.
"So, where are you going with that massive suitcase?"
"I don't know." I answer, "I'm not trying to get anywhere specific. Just out of the country."
"Hmmm." He sighs, "That is your suitcase, right? You have any money in there?"
Author's note: Stay tuned!!
