Hating Horan

Running

I was hipper venerating. I need to get out! The cops are going to be soon and there going to question me and I don't know anything. I need to get to someone and fast...

I push my way out from underneath Claire's body. I was covered in her blood. Why did the man have to shoot her. Where was the driver before the killer?

I got my phone and called the police.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I just got in a taxi and my friend was shot."

"Ok, is she conscious?"

"No, she's dead."

"Where are you?"

"Right outside of 195, Hawthorne Avennue."

"Ok, we are on our way."

"Thank you."

I got out of the car and started to run towards the highway. Or at least I thought was the highway. It was loud and I was being lead to it. If I went any of the other ways I was to be met with the cops. I did not need to be met with any people that are going to ask me questions like,"What are you doing?"

And,"Why are you running away from the location of a crime scene?" I wouldn't know how to respond to there questions.

I ran as quickly as I could. The sirens got louder and the sounds that I was running towards got louder as well. What was I even heading toward? Why did I feel like the thing I'm running towards isn't the highway? But that it is something bigger and not what I want to go to?

I keep running down the rode till a kid comes up behind me.

"Why are you running?"

"I'm practicing for a triathlon. It's in a come days."

"I didn't here of a triathlon in L.A."

"That's because it's not in L.A."

"Then where is it?"

"Chicago."

"My cousin Anne lives in Chicago. I can ask her to come out and cheer for you when you get there."

"Oh, no thank you. I am having plenty of people to cheer for me. But still thank you."

"Can I run with you?"

"I guess but I'm just running up to the highway."

'There I no highway up there."

"What do you mean?"

"There isn't a highway up that way."

"Then what's up there?"

"The airport."

"Oh, then I'm in the wrong neighborhood if I was planning on running to the highway."

"Uh ya."

I turn a corner and find that I have ran to the airport. How have I ran from Clair's house all the way to the airport? I turn around and look back to where I had just ran from. I don't see Claire's house, all I see is a rode and houses on every side of the rode.

"See I told you."

"Thank you, because if it wasn't for you I might be lost."

I put my hand in my pocket and grab five dollars. Claire had gave them to me when we left Starbucks. Oh how much I miss Claire right now.

"Here have this. For your generousity."

"No, keep it."

"No, take it, I insist!"

"But I don't want it."

"And I don't care you can take it or I'm going to force you to take it."

"Fine. Thank you and your welcome."

"Yes, thank you. Now go buy a candy bar or something."

I run into the airport and run to the clerk at the front desk...

"Excuse me, but do you happen to know what section the private jet for Claire and I is?"

"Do you know where it is heading to?"

"Yes, Ireland."

"Section C. Have a good trip!"

I ran off agian and head towards section C. I ran from section E to C in less than a minute. I heard more than one person yell "Watch out!" or, "Slow down!" I don't really care, I running. When I finally reach section C I run up to the clerk.

*pant*

"What door do I need to go through to get to the private jet of Claire's?"

"Well you go down that way and take a left, then you need to go f**k off. I don't work here! I'm fricken robbing the place and if you don't shut up and walk away I'll shoot you!"

"What the hell? Somebody! Help! This man is robbing the airport! I don't know what he is robbing the airport for but help!"

The man pulls out a gun and shoots me. I fall to the ground in shock. Somebody in the distance screams and the gun fires some more. I hear more screaming and I black out.