Squish. Squash. My shoes made noises as I stepped in puddles of water.
I heard a slight yell before a guy ran up behind me and took my beanie. No, no, no. That was my favorite beanie.
The kid who stole it was someone who made fun of me a lot. After he took it he ran down the street with it. I chased him like a dog chases a bone.
"HEY I NEED THAT!" I yelled, my words disappearing in the sounds of thunder.
The kid just laughed and stopped at the stop sign at the end of the street. I caught up to him and took the beanie out of his pocket.
"Emo, depressed, CUNT." He said to my face.
I was done with people calling me a cunt so I slapped him. He slapped me back. I quickly grabbed my pocket knife from my pocket and threw it at him.
"OW! OH GOD!" He yelled.
I had thrown it right into his neck. I pulled the pocket knife out of him and ran back down the street. I got to my house and ran inside quickly.
"I'm done. I'm done. I'm done." I muttered to myself as I ran up the stairs.
I got my black backpack and threw my phone, wallet, black converse, 2 black beanies, sketchbook, pencils, pens, erasers, colored pencils, pastels, and a bunch of clothes into the bag. I was going to run away. I was so done with everything.
I ran back down the stairs and out of my house. I grabbed my skateboard from the closet and went outside.
I rode the skateboard up the street and then just kept going. I don't know where I was going but I just wanted to get away from here.
