Dwindling Light

Escape - Ace

Escape

Ace

I never had considered the idea

of escape before. Maybe it was

just a ludicrous thought that I

could escape on my own when

I had nobody to help me. Grr.

Right now, I was headed over to

a friends’ house. I met her last

week. Her name is Summer, and

she’s a very beautiful girl.

Most definitely prettier than me.

Yo, Ace! That’s her now. She’s

dressed in a short blue skirt and

black piano tights with a shirt that

declares her love of alternative

music. Her hair is the color of a

field of hay, but she has small

strips of pink, blue, and orange

cutting through all that hay-colored

hair. Her eyes are an electric shade

of green, strange and interesting.

“Hey, Summer.” I walked up to

her, smiling. She was practically

my best friend. “Come on. I

want to ask you something.”

I grabbed her slender wrist and

took her to an alley, since it was

quieter here (and more lonely).

What’s it, Acey? Oh, yeah, sometimes

she talks so fast it’s like words combine.

I studied her expression closely. She

looked more like she was confused than

anything.

“Have you ever considered

running away from home?” I

regretted my question as soon

as I asked it, but there was no

turning back now.

She looked at me like I asked a question

that only could bring out one answer

from a girl like herself. Duh, silly. Of course

I’ve considered running away from home.

I have probably about a mil or so times now.

“So you can help me?”

Whoa there, hon. I said I’ve only

considered it. Never tried it. Never

tried to figure out if I’m a great

escape artist, but, what the hell,

let’s hit the road. Just get packed

tonight around midnight. I’ll come

find you, okay?

It was a simple plan, and

it was full of holes, but I

trusted Summer. She was

street smart, unlike me.

She knew how to tell a

thug in disguise from a

regular streetie. I bet she

knew how to hitchhike, too.

Sound good to you, Acey? It

sounds good to me. It should

work easy enough. My parents

might send the freaking S.W.A.T.

after me, but we should be safe

if we cover our tracks well enough.

I nodded, understanding

the mechanics of the plan.

It was easy enough, and it

sounded smart enough for

me. Anything to find Jack.

Anything to get me out of

here. I doubted Momma

would really care if I flew

the nest too.. Hell, I bet it

made it easier for her. But I

couldn’t help to think: Will

it really be that easy to

escape?