Survival

On The Run.

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I ran for my life....

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I run as fast as I can, my bag thumping painfully on my back.

I run for about two blocks and I stop for a moment and look back.

No sign.

I wipe my brow look up the street.

Yes There's a bus coming! I run up to it waving my arms.

It stops in front of me and I go into it.

"Where to Miss?" The driver says in a thick Texas accent. "Anywhere but here" I tell him and throw a pile of coins in the box.

I make my way up the stairs and fall asleep in the closest seat.

When I wake up it's dark and the bus is near empty.

I rub my eyes and grab my bag and make my way down the stairs.

The bus stops at the next stop and I get off.

I look around. A Sign reads "Welcome to Kester" There is broken bottles and litter all over the street. I trudge up it slowly. Well it's far from Detroit anyway.

I see a shop down the road.

I walk to it, fingering the 20$ in my jacket.

As I enter the shop the bell rings and the cashier looks up tiredly.

I walk around the shop and pick up a bottle of water and a sandwich and a lighter.

I bring them up to the cashier.

She scans them in.

"5$ please" She tells me in a bored voice.

I hand in the money and take my things.

I walk out and outside the door something catches my eye.

It reads- "8pm Saturday Night Could be your chance!"

Oh it's a rap battle.

I'll give it a shot.

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