The Makeover

Running away....or walking to Starbucks , whichever comes first

           I walked out of the resturant, Bart chasing after me.

 "I need to go on a mother fucking walk Bart. I'll call you if I need you. I don't want to talk about it."

He left me alone.

           I walked down the road to my neighbor hood. It was so weird. All the houses were old and busted, papers flew everywhere. Has Nash been here since I left? I was walking and I saw my old home. Without thinking I walked up to the door and rung the doorbell.

        "Coming! Hold on!" A voice yelled from inside.

I just stood there not thinking until the door opened. "What?" A woman with blonde hair answered the door, she looked drunk and tired. "Um... do you know where a woman named Stacy Greir is?"

        "Sorry to break it to ya' kid, "She said in a raspy voice, "She's not here." She looked down. 

 "OH, well do you know where she is?" I asked.

"No, no she - she...um...hmm...she isn't HERE." 

     Tears swelled into my eyes, "What - what happened to her?"

"She killed herself two years ago." The lady sighed, "Sorry kid."

    "Thanks anyway." I walked away, tears streaming down my cheeks as I walked. 

         I managed to get myself to the store, and bought 5 cans or read spray paint. 

              I turned a corner, snaking my way through roads and allies. Until I made my way to my old school. It was summer, no one was here, except my old beat up car that I had brought back as a way to get rid of my old life.I unlocked the door, got in, and screamed as loud as I could. I grabbed a can of spray paint and wrote  "Move this Damn thing, She  is not coming back!" It wrapped around the car. I punched the window until it shattered. I got back in closed the door and raked and threw everything in the car. I was steaming. I got out closed the door and stomped on the keys. With the rest of the spray paintt, I went to the ally where I painted my murals. And scribbled over it saying "Skank, slut, whore ,bitch! Liars! Take this shit down I'm not coming back! MACY IS GONE!" I still had one can left. School was out so the cameras were off too. I wrote, "MACY IS GONE AND SHE IS NEVER COMING BACK! EVR!" 

        I dropped the can and headed to leave when I bumped into someone.