March 3, 1993
Dear mom,
I'm running away. I can't take this constant bullshit at school. There's fake ass bitches, fucking square ass dicks. I just can't take it anymore. If I have to go there I will shoot up the whole fucking school. I'll stay in touch with you.
Love, Tate.
5 am. Great time to sneak out of this bullshit of a house. I walk into my mothers room and lay the letter down right next to her carton of her cigarettes. I lay a gentle kiss on her forehead and walk out of the room. I grab my packed duffle bag, walk down the staircase and through the front door. Stepping out into the warm air of Los Angeles. I've never been able to understand why anyone would like warm air. I like cool, crisp air and to be able to see the weather change.
I have no place to go and not a lot of money to live on, but I'll be happier and that's what matters. Turning around the corner I see a lit up hotel sign "Hotel Cortez". Looks affordable, that's where I'll stay a couple of weeks.
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Runaway (ON HOLD)
Fanfic"You wanna fuck up some shit?" "Let's do it." Where Tate and Sally bond over hating society.
