1.08 Creative Writing

"Will do!" I get out of that place as fast as I could. I've never ran that fast in my life. Ok, except for the time I got chased by the cops but that's another story for another time. Jesus, what a trip this excursion turned out to

I nod and mumble, “Thanks,” and maneuver the car out of her driveway. I drive to the house she pointed at, and park. Before I can unhook my seatbelt, Malcolm opens the front door and runs towards me.

Luczi’s eyes sparkled as she watched the waitress walk by with a drink on her platter. “I have an idea. Bassza meg. Let’s get drunk today.”

"You owe me a shit ton of drinks you fucker." I laugh and grunt in mock disgust, noticing I am not wearing any pants. "If you wanted to get with me you could have just asked."

"Hey can you get me a water?" Louis asked. I brought him out a water bottle.

shakes in anger as he hears the girl making fun of him infront of everyone along with the boy. They didn't know what he had endured, his past. The boy didn't pick his name nor did he have parents, for most of his life, he was trapped in a cage being experimented on countless number of times...cold and alone, he tilt his head down trying not to cry as he remembers the name of what he was called by all the scientist, the ones who took everything from him, tormented him, Seven finally released there was no such thing as friends, or being a hero..... why would he help those who never came for him in the first place.

The bartender nods and walks to the back of the bar. A few moments later he returns, with no drinks. “Follow me gentlemen.”

The blaring of my headlights, shadows littered the ground. The light cut through them, disturbing the darkness. The sun had set a while ago, but still I was wandering. My eyes had grown tired, but still I was searching. Clouds, sinister and heavy, were layered above the earth, hiding away the moon and, with it, the stars' light. For a few hours now, I had been driving around. Somewhere along the way, I strayed from my path. Many circles I seem to have made, and I am still stuck on this abandoned dirt road. By now, I should have arrived at my uncle's home. I should have finished greeting all of my family. I should be sitting down with them, drinking and laughing, having a pleasant night. Right now, I realize that I have just passed the same

I stand and watch him as he walks off before shaking my head and sighing, running after him.

He gives us one last hard look, shakes his head, climbs in the car then looks over his shoulder at us standing there with enough stuff to start an Army Surplus Store. One more Slam! as he shuts the door and starts the car. "See you here in a week," he says driving off, waving from the open window.

"That's why I'm heading home now," I stated. "I'm going to go drop you off at home and head back home for the day."

“Come by on your way out,” he says, and rushes out and down the hall.

I hail from a fairly modest household. And yet, there I was, concept of clothes entirely forgotten, thundering down the crumbling cement stairs of my aunt’s house, ten years ago. My dashing escapade came to a screeching halt when I nearly collided into my cousin’s best friend. The pitter patter of my feet on the burning asphalt stopped, and everything around us slowed down. A fly buzzed softly as both our eyes bugged out in sheer horror of Forbidden Knowledge. The impending fall of the drop of ice cream from the cone he was clutching measured time agonizingly. The instant it hit the floor, I took off in the opposite direction. I had originally been fleeing the terrifyingly large, 2 inch long lizard that was lazily eyeballing me in the shower,

I whip the car into a parking space and get my duffel bag out of the seat next to me. There are only a few cars here for the other stores close to the gym that have already opened. I walk to the gym doors and rush to unlock it.

“Thank’s for the ride,” I tell the taxi driver after I pay him. Then get inside the mall, and head for a bench.