I didn’t know where I was, but somehow… somehow I could tell I was where I wanted to be. All I can remember is the dull crash of the motorbike falling off the edge of the cliff and slamming itself into the ground. “NO! No, no. That’s our way home, what the hell are we going to do now?”
We were stuck in the middle of nowhere. I looked around to see if there was any hope, all I saw was the rise of the mountain face and someone emerging with a… Oh. No. It couldn’t be.
“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I said weakly.
The guy smiled and continued to walking towards me pulling the gun from his pocket. “Oh. I’m happy to see you alright.” He chuckled. I screamed and began running. It was the fastest I had ever run and I felt like I was flying. Apparently, I wasn’t going fast enough, because when I was about half way down the mountain, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and lift me up into the air.
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Living Out my Dreams
Ficção AdolescenteI looked around to see if there was any hope, all I saw was the rise of the mountain face and someone emerging with a… Oh. No. It couldn’t be. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I said weakly. The guy smiled and cont...
