Break up with your girlfriends, I'm bored

yuck I think I wrote this in 2017

ch 1:

Of course, when I first heard of the place, I didn't believe it. It was kind of a 'quirk the eyebrow' disbelief. What do you call that? I don't know.

All I can see, for miles and miles, is the endless road. A few miles back, the 'Welcome to Georgia' sign still stood.

I was going to Crawford Georgia, Park ave. to be exact, right off of W Elbert St. Even on the air-conditioned bus, I could still feel the humidity.

For those of you who've never been to Georgia, its capital H-O-T. It's like the stickiest sauna times 10. I shouldn't be complaining, though. I'm finally getting away from my psycho family. My Dad used to lock me in my room and constantly bang on the door so I couldn't sleep. My mom constantly kicked me out, and would scream when she found me walking away. So finally, my friends appointed me to CPS, and I was whisked away to my aunt in Westboro in Topeka Kansas.

Well, as fate may have it, I woke up one morning, and my aunt was on the phone.

"Oh, yes, I'm totally OK with this," She said, tying an apron around her waist. Nodding, she turned on the stove, and began baking pancakes. Whoever was on the phone was thoroughly explaining something, because it took her a few minutes to respond.

"Yes, yes I am aware," Pause. Nodding, flip the pancake. "No no, Fayven is a good kid. She just has a little," Pause, flip pancake. "Spikes to file down"

She kept nodding and flipping pancakes until whispering just loud enough for me to hear; "Oh, yes. Fayven will love Casper. Wyoming isn't too far away. Just give me the address and I'll give you the papers and voila, it's done"

I stood from my spot on the fire escape steps, and walked up to my room. When I opened the window, the first thing I noticed was how bare my room actually was. Inside, I grabbed a duffel bag, and neatly and quickly shoved as many clothes in as I could.

As if running away wasn't enough, I snuck into my aunt's room, and took 2,000 dollars. After making it back to my room, I shoved my dresser over the door, and pushed my bed to hold it. I put my hair into a pony tail, then cut it off a little below the nape of my neck.

And you can guess what happened next: I bolted down that fire escape as fast as possible.

204 Park ave. Crawford Georgia.

ch  2:

I sat by myself on the bus, listening to music on my cruddy MP3 player. The seat was worn leather, a lot like a tour bus. We were stopped in Kentucky. Everyone just took a bathroom break, and was out buying food. I didn't. Lexington was nice. We're going to be stopping at Nashville, then in four hours, we'll be in Atlanta.

Why Atlanta? I don't know. Something about the people.

My head ached as I wandered the streets. The bus stopped at Atlanta, and I was on my way to Crawford. I remember playing a video game where Crawford was this horrible place, and 3 people died.

Not exactly great for a first impression.

Soooo yeah I don't really know what the point of this story was/is. I think I was just kind of writing to see where the story went or if I had any dreams about where the story could go. I wrote this when I was in like 8th grade and it was such a mistake I wish I could delete myself sometimes.

Anyways yeah happy coronacation guys love and miss you muah