hitch hicker

the hitch hiker.

I slowly walked down the cold highway, in my blue and white sun dress with my thumb sticking out, waiting for someone to pull over.  I've never done this before, I'm scared. Although, in some way, I am confident about this. Finally, a red, and Dirty Truck pulled over. I let out a sigh of relief, and smiled at the driver. The driver, I could say was quite attractive. He looked about the age of 19 or 20. He gave a nod in return and got out of the smelly truck.
"What are you doing out here alone?" He pondered, he smelled of hard cologne.
"Just going on an adventure." I smiled over at him.
"What kind of Adventure, and how old are you?" Question upon question. Why so many questions?
"Just a fun adventure, and I'm 18." I sprouted a small laugh to show that I was having a good conversation with him. We both got into the truck that reeked​ of old food and he began to drive.
"Where are you headed?" He stated, trying to make conversation.

"Anywhere really." I responded.
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or a while, the air was filled with awkward silence, I don't really know how to keep a conversation going, so usually it is all awkward silence. It soon got darker and darker outside and we ended up pulling over into a hotel. We went inside quickly as it began to pour. We both got a room together, hopefully there's two beds there. I've never told anyone this yet before but, my parents died a few years ago, and I've been on the run ever since, hoping that I can find a home, or somebody to keep me safe and sound. We both climbed up the stairs to our smelly room. I wouldn't say this is A to great hotel, but it's something. Just as we entered the room, a gun shot echoed through out the building.
Everyone in that room all immediately turns around towards the hallway. Everyone Ducks down but me. I'm not afraid to die, but yet again, I'm not afraid to live.
"He's here." Someones voice squeaks, everyone looks to me, eyes wide open.
"For her."someone points at me. And just as they point the hallway door bursts open.