Do my friends notice that I'm gone? Do they wonder why I'm not at school today?
Maybe it was a mistake, leaving on a Thursday. They'll all be calling me, asking me to hang out this weekend. I'll just have to ignore their calls. It's as simple as that. But wait. It's Sunday now. Maybe they were all busy?
Believe it or not, I do have friends. One best friend, and a few that are just kind of there. You know, those people who you don't talk to every day or hang out with all the time, but you wouldn't necessarily want them to die?
Sara is my best friend. I've known her since eighth grade. We were going into our freshman year, and we promised that we were going to he popular in high school. That was the most important thing to us as middle schoolers.
Gosh, that seems like so long ago. And such a childish wish too.
I know Sara will be worried and will probably start looking for me. Which is why I have to get out of the streets, out of sight, before she finds me.
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The Prodigal
General FictionChase feels like no one in her family understands, or cares about, her. Her mom is always busy with work, and her dad is constantly babying Chase's younger sister Emmalie. It's obvious to Chase that she just doesn't belong in the Gordon family. So s...
