2,789 miles...
40 hours...
The distance I will be from my home. My friends. My school. My life.
The drive seemed to be taking ages. My phone couldn't hold enough music or movies for the trip. This meant I was left with these last 15 hours to stare out the window. These unfamiliar places reminding me of how much I am going to miss the streets I grew up on. The ones I have traveled on for the last 16 years of my life. The streets that had become so common to me that I could travel to school blind. All that was torn away from me now. I was going to have to learn to travel in these uncommon roads not knowing how long I would be trapped in this place. I had no choice, being here was all my fault. I caused this on myself and now had to face my consequences of those choices I made back home.
The soothing sound of the train running over the tracks so smoothly made me get lost in my thoughts. My eyes began to shut and I drifted away. Hoping that when I awakened I would be back in Los Angeles and never arrive in the so called epitome of cities; New York City that is.
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The Struggle of Losing You
Teen FictionA 17 year old girl struggles with and addiction brought on by friends in her home town of L.A. Her parents find out after a traumatic incident puts her in the hospital. They know she would be to much to handle on their own and send her to family whe...
