~*~*JUST CASUALLY RUNNING AWAY FROM HOME...*~*~
Usually Tuesdays in my home are quite uneventful.
Unfortunately, today wasn't a regular Tuesday. Well, it was until I got home from school. But right now I'm walking in the rain, drenched in mud with only one shoe on, trying to find the 24 hour McDonalds. Also, there's a foreign boy with me that keeps asking stupid questions and trying to shield me from the rain with his stupid denim jacket, which is only getting me even more wet.
"Can you please stop that?" I shout angrily and throw his now ruined jacket into a bush.
"What the hell! That's vintage!" he says, as he goes to retrieve it. "Besides, I was trying to prove to that not all guys are inconsiderate douchebags, as you put it."
"Well, so far you've only confirmed my theory and proven to me that you're the douche-iest bag of them all."
"Yeah well, you're not a ray of sunshine either. You've been complaining this whole time, even though you're the one who got me into this mess," he grumbles under his breath.
"Excuse me," I say, stopping and turning around to face him, "Are you implying that this is my fault?"
"Yes, Miss Higher and Mightier that Thou." he says, starting to raise his voice, "I am implying that all of this is your fault. If it wasn't for you right now, I'd be-"
"Where?" I interrupt, "At home? Cause from what you told me, you don't even have a home!"
For a second he looks so pissed off it looks like he could hit me, but he just lets out an angry sigh and walks away. "I'm going to pretend you don't exist right now so I don't have to deal with your PMS woman bullshit."
"Hey, get back here asshole!" I yell angrily as he continues to walk away,"If anything it's your fault we're here. If you hadn't followed me-"
"If I hadn't followed you," he cuts in, "You'd be lying dead on the side of a bunch of train tracks. And even if you miraculously survived, as soon as someone finds us, you're probably gonna be locked in your room 'til your forty! So you can say goodbye to Alcoa and all that freedom shit."
I scream in exasperation. "You are IMPOSSIBLE!"
He keeps walking and out of complete rage I scoop up some mud and throw it smack dab at the back of his head. We both slowly register what I just did, as he wipes the mud out of his unattractively, shaggy hippie hair. Before long we're both pelting each other as fast as we can with piles of mud, while hurling insults at one another. We're both rolling on the ground in the middle of the road, when he stops.
"Truck!" he says, getting out of the road.
"What the hell kind of an insult is that?" I ask.
"No, moron! There's a truck coming, get out of the road!"
Before I can say something, I feel a huge force push against me.I slam into the ground and I can feel myself losing consciousness.
God, and this all started becasue of Calla's stupid DocMartins.
~*~*~ 3:30 p.m. Tuesday
"Thanks for the ride, Cily."
"Are you sure you don't need a ride to the station?" she asks.
"Nah, I got to pick up some stuff and anyways my shift doesn't start till 5," I tell her. She nods and with a quick wave, she pulls out the drive way.
"Hey! I'm home but I'm leaving soon, so if you need anything you should ask now," I yell as I walk up the stairs to my room.
"Rose, is that how you greet your family?" my mother shouts back.
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Just Because
Ficção Adolescente"So why'd you jump on that train?" he asks curiously, his eyes trying to meet mine. "I don't know. Just... because." I say, focusing on the all too familiar scenery passing by. "Why'd you follow me?" A small grin spreads across his face. "Just bec...
