Running. That's where this story begins. I'd been doing it so long that the routine of it was ingrained into my very being. Stay no longer than three months in any given place, be as vague as possible and most important.... never leave a trail that someone can follow. They were the rules and I followed them like they where my religion. In a way they were, they have been my way of life for the past six years.
I'm driving to what's gonna be my home for the next few months. I had thought maybe I'd give Denver a try. So that's were I am now , in my black mustang , driving through the night.
The smooth tarmac is beneath me and the stars are stretching above. I'm the only one on the road bar a few stragglers, so I have no fear of losing an arm with it hanging out the window, riding the waves of wind created by the speed of the car. Springsteen playing on the radio and plans for my stay in Denver running through my head.
I run a hand through my wavy brown black hair, that had become disheveled from the wind coming through the open window. I glanced in the side mirror and take in my apperance. My olive skin over my high cheek bones was flushed red from the heat. My blue green eyes held a hardness from years of being on the run. The slant to my eyes showed my not quite American origins. My grandmother used to say that the strange colour of my eyes meant I came from the sea. I was named after her, Rayna.
I breathed in deeply and sighed "Denver" on the exhale. The city lights illuminate the night sky up ahead.
If only I knew what was going to happen among those lights over the next few months.
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The song on the side is Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run - its the song she's listening to in the car. Its a classic :)
What do you think she's running from??
Well I just wanted to warn you that there will be swearing , so if that makes you uncomfortable I wouldn't recommend that you continue with my story. :(
Anyway , il see you guys on the flip flop later ( that was a school of rock reference , if you haven't seen it , watch it )
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