I run to the bus stop. I wait for two hours taking a half hour nap too. I get on the bus and plug in my music.
About three bus rides=12 hours of nothing.
I'm finally the only one left on the bus get up, pay the bus driver, and leave. I walk around going no where in particular, just somewhere to stay. All the lights are of in the city. I end up sleeping in a bench. I sit there and ask for anything trying to safe the little money I have. Until I pass a house blasting MCR loudly. I walk inside to see four people, sitting on the floor chatting about who knows what. I stand outside and knock. After about five very hard knocks I feel my knuckles burn. I kick the door in frustration. Soon I see a girl with thick curly hair answer the door. She is soon surrounded with more girls. A blond mildly tall girl to her right. One behind her with red hair and is really tall. Lastly one black haired girl holding the curly ones hand. She stares at me in awe before shouting, "It's another Ray Toro." I laughed so hard I had to hold my stomach. I soon look her in the eye she has a smile played on her mouth. I think I might like them as friends.
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The journey that didn't lead back home
Novela JuvenilShe was tired of it. So she just decided to runaway but never will go back home. Or can she really ever find a place called home. Picture is mine
