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SHORT STORY #2

This is a little class short story...ENJOY!

July 17, 2017

8:00 P.M.

Dear Journal,

Mom and dad had another argument. Azariah's packing for college. I had to help her tear down some posters of "cute" boys today. She sticks them on with a weird blue putty. I don't like it. The boys she likes aren't even cute at all! I'm still not over the fact that Tyler died a week ago from tuberculosis, though. He was so happy about thinking he was cured too! I haven't told anybody, but I'm leaving. Forever. I hate home. I'm not happy here. I'm packing up all my stuff and everything I ever will want and need. Then, I will slip out the back door and catch a bus. It will take me to the last place I ever wanted to be at. I think the bus driver could guess where. Well, I have to start packing now before I get annoyed at mom and dad's arguments again.
Bye for now,

Pat Emerson

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July 23, 2017

1:47 A.M.

Dear Journal,

I'm ready to go. Mom and dad have a new record of 418 arguments today! My ears are bleeding from mom's screaming. Azariah has left us. She got in her car and went to college. She only said goodbye to me though. Mom and dad were yelling about who got to say bye first. So, she just left and hugged me. There was a lot of crying between me and Azariah. I went to Tyler's funeral a few days ago. Azariah did too. We snuck out through the yard. Azariah drove. Since she left, I have to take the bus to my last resort. I have my credit and debit card and some spare cash. I guess I could pay the driver something. I got to go.

Good luck to me,

Pat

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July 23, 2017

4:13 A.M

Dear Journal,

I'm on the bus. I requested that I be dropped off at a place that was worse than any other place. The bus driver said he could do that. He asked, before I took my seat, "Aren't you a little young to be on your own?" I thought Well yeah, I'm only 14, but I look like I'm 8 so, yes, I am underage. But I answered, "No, mister, I am old enough to go on my own." He just shrugged and said ok. He's taking me to an unknown forest. I like that. He says someone's been dropped of here before. I might run into that person. I hope I do, or I will never be able to survive. The driver said a few more minutes. I am so jumpy. I'm also the only person on the bus. I could literally run across the aisle and scream with joy, but, I can't. The bus driver cares for the safety about every passenger, even if they are not meant to be on this trip. WEEEEE <- Sorry about that. We have just arrived so I'll write to you later.

Hope I meet the person,

Pat

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July 28, 2017

8:52 A.M.

Dear Journal,

I met the guy on Tuesday (July 25). He said his name was Val. He's around my age, actually, just a little older by a few days. We've helped each other a lot. He just asked me what I was doing here. I said I had run away. He asked me why. I showed him my journal. He felt sorry for me. I said I didn't need any pity. I have enough stuff going on. Val's going to teach me how to fish and tell berries from berries soon. I might be falling for him.

Pat

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July 28, 2017

10:27 P.M.

Dear Journal,

We're about to go to bed in the tent I (luckily) packed along with me. I knew I would need this at some point. Val has had to sleep on the floor all these years, so I'm letting him share with me. Val's actually pretty nice. He's been living out here for YEARS. I wonder how he's survived all this time. He's probably learned some tricks on the way. He asked me why I'm here alone. I said that I didn't want to talk about it yet. He cares about me. I don't know why.

Pat

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August 21, 2017

5:23 A.M.

Dear Journal,

I told him everything last...hold on Val's yelling at me be right back.

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August 21, 2017

9:23 P.M.

Dear Journal,

I cannot BELIEVE who Val ran into today! He saw THEM! They were probably looking for me and ended up here! How did they get here is the question. They were probably looking for me throughout the month. I will tell you everything, EVERY DETAIL right now...: Remember my last journal entry, when I told you Val was calling me? Well, he was calling me about them. HOW DID THEY FIND ME?! They wanted me to go back, back with them to their house. Obviously I said no. I've gotten so used to Val and I's routine of surviving out here. I remember every word.

"Why don't you come back with us?" Mom yelled.

"We have everything you need!" Dad said.

"Stop trying to convince me," I yelled back. "I'm already so used to living here, and you have always neglected every single one of us! Why should I go back with you wretched people?!"

"Sweetie don't call us that," Dad said.

"NO! NOT ANYMORE!" By then I was using all my anger I have kept in all these years. "I'm running of with Val now! Can't you see?! I'm happy!"

"How about we make deal?" Dad said.

"A deal?" I asked.

"Yes, a deal. If you come back with us, than we promise we will take care of you."

"I don't like that deal." I truly didn't. "Here's a different deal. I live in the woods, you visit sometimes with necessary items, I visit you sometimes, Val stays with me, and we all live happily ever after. Deal?"

They hesitated for a moment. "Deal." they said in unison.

That's when I walked off without another word, pulling Val with me.

I loved having that deal. Forever and ever, they promised. Forever and ever.

Pat

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November 17, 2037

7:57 A.M.

Dear Journal,

Wow. How have twenty years passed already? I loved writing in you every single day. Val and I have grown up, so much. We have kids now, both of us. We have a daughter who is 13, and a son and a daughter (twins!) who are both 11. The oldest daughter's name is CA (Caitlyn Alex), the son is RO (Rory Oakley) and the youngest daughter is SD (Skylar Dallas). Val and I like initials for some reason. It just makes the name easier to say.

Val loves seeing the kids after filming every day. It's tiring! We're filming a new movie called, "Another Titanic Remake...With a Twist". Yes, very classic indeed. You'll have to wait until the movie is released to find out what it's about!

I have to go pack lunch for the kids for school tomorrow. I PROMISE I will write in you tomorrow. It's the last day of filming! I can't tell you how happy I am that filming is almost over. Write you tomorrow!

Pat

P.S. "Sometimes...it's hard to let go. It will get better, though. I promise."

Hope you enjoyed!

AT