Running Amok

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Running Amok: /noun/:to rush about wildly; lose self-control.

I believe everyone has a demon. Not necessarily a literal demon, but maybe it's just a dying soul. Nonetheless, it can't be seen.

"Axeton! Were headin' off to burn the ol' Wethinly High. C'mon, mate, we've even brought fireworks," Ruznic chanted, a sly smirk dancing upon his lips. The same daring expression crossed my own face as I jumped into the back of his toolbox of a car.

Soon as my tattered boots hit the floor of the vehicle, our five bodies jolted back as he sped off down the dirt road. Mentally I prayed that some stupid animal or stupid child wouldn't jump in front of us because, love, there isn't any stopping now.

Nic pulled out onto the main highway in a matter of seconds and picked up a speed that would've been double the majority of other cars on this pavement hell. Half of us threw our hands up in the air whilst screaming along to Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. The adults stared at us with disgust but really, who gives a fuck? The parental generation wonders why our generation is so messed up, when they're the ones who left us to fend for ourselves at such young ages. Most of the time, rebellion is a desperate cry for help and love. But for us? We just loved running against the normality of people. To show that sometimes you can be yourself and live life to the fullest, without depending on someone else to help you. It's every man, or woman, for themselves. We're like.. The group of our own persons.

That's how I like it.

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