"Hello sir. I don't know if you know me but I'm Boston Harris, the guy that owns the ice cream shack.." Boston said when Uncle Will opened the door. "Yeah, yeah. What do you want?" Uncle Will asked. "Can Alice stay at my house to help my daughter, Rebecca, with a project? Just for the weekend. I promise I will bring her home safely." Boston said. He was such a liar. He doesn't have a daughter. He has a fiance named Jennifer but no daughter. I knew Uncle Will was definitely not going to buy Boston's crap. "Okay, I'll go get her." He told Boston and walked towards my room. I shut the door quietly and layed on my bed, pretending to read a magazine. My door flew open. "Get some clothes together for the weekend." He said and left. I grabbed my plain pink shirt and my plain green shirt and some ripped jeans and put them in a bag. "Alice, would you hurry up?" Uncle Will yelled. "Coming!" I said and hurried to the door. I smiled at Boston. "This is Mr. Harris, Rebecca's father. You will go with him for the weekend. Behave yourself." Uncle Will said. Boston stuck out his hand. "Hello, Alice. You can call me Boston." I giggled and shook his hand. "Damn it, Alice. Don't be rude, say something." Uncle Will hit the back of my head a little hard. I winced and pretended it didn't hurt. Boston noticed. "I feel we are going to get along well, already." I said, changing the subject and smiled at Boston. He smiled back. "We should get going." Boston said. "Bye, Uncle Will." I called out. "Don't you screw up, kid." Uncle Will said and walked back in the house. I turned around. "Where is your car?" I asked Boston. He pointed to a motorcycle that was parked in our driveway. I nodded. I've never been on one. I always dreamed about it but Uncle Will says its for stupid guys that steal your money when you gamble. Boston walked over to it and put the helmet on. He took my stuff, lifted up the seat, and put it in the compartment. He handed me a pink helmet with rhinestones that said 'Jen' on the side and got on the motorcycle. I put it on and climbed up behind him and grabbed his waist. We left behind that nasty old shack. We flew down the road as if nothing could stop us. Maybe this was my first step to being free.
