As the clock struck seven, I slid my homework back into my book bag and stepped out from behind the counter. "Have a good night, Mr. Karliel!" I yelled, waving at him and stepping out. Locking the door tonight just felt weird. I felt like I was being watched. I slipped the key chain deep down into my bag and started walking home. The walk to my house was long and boring. The views along the way were bland and empty. If you stared up at the sky and continued walking, you never need to worry about walking into something or someone, everything was desolate at night. Most stores closed around six, and ours stayed open the latest. The townspeople ignored downtown as if it had never been there, so most of the buildings are empty. But, our convenient shop, an old family owned pizza shop (where most of the teens hang out), and a shoe store was all that was left.
The moon was in its beautiful, somehow relaxing, crescent shape and shining noticeably brighter tonight. The sky almost seemed empty of stars and airplanes. It was slightly unnerving. Behind me I heard a shuttered footstep and I quickly turned around. Nothing was there, adding to my already thick fear of walking alone at night. I struggled to continue pacing to the corner of the street, and act like nothing creepy had happened.
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...In a Perfect World...
Teen FictionUtopia; an imaginary place considered to be perfect or ideal. That's a lame wish. Wasting your entire life setting out to discover a fakey place where everyone floats the same direction and no one complains. Luckily, the 'real world' is not like tha...
