Run Forest, Run

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So I'm back at the orphanage, fuck! Foster home, same thing! I'm not staying for long though tonight I plan to run. Er, how though? After breakfast, I packed. I threw my guitar over my shoulders, and packed up all of my crap/shit.
When the lights went out, I went out-literally!
I climbed up and out my window and out onto the roof. I scampered along the rooftop until I got to the other end of the house.
"Shit why did I do this!"
I said out loud.

All of a sudden a little light went on. 'Shit! I'm done for!'
I thought.

"Who's out there!"
A voice I didn't recognize said from the window in which I had climbed, who am I kidding, fell out of.

I panicked, and ran. I ran so fast I couldn't feel the ground under my feet. I stopped when I believed I was safe. Yeah I stopped, in the middle of the fuck'n woods!

I decided to camp out there in the woods for the night. Hell of a lot of creepy things out here. NO! I'm not scared. I'm just cold.
I eventually fell asleep.

The next day when morning hit, I awoke with the sun. I got up, gathered my shit, and headed off. I didn't know where quite yet, but I'd soon find out.

Then, a green Ford pickup truck came by, and stopped along side of the road, and a man started to talk to me.

"Hey there. You ok?"
He asks.

"Fine!"
I got angry.

"What the matter there son?" You lost or something?"

"No. I'm purposely out here, on my own, and I'd like it to stay that way!"
I didn't want to go back to the orphanage, at all!

"Hop in son."
He said stopping the truck.

I got in.

"Mighty fine day, eh?"
He said with his annoying accent.

I didn't say anything to him.

"What's your name?"
He asked.

"Forrest."
I tell him.
"Forrest Gray."

"Nice little name. Where you from?"
He asked again.

"Weston/Mystic....CT."
I said.

"How in the blaze's did you get here to Kent?!"

"I walked."
I said.

"That's crazy!"
He said.

"Why not come along with me."
He says again.

So I do.

"My names is Travis. Nice to meet you Forrest."
He says.🏴

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