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I gently crept out of my bedroom and tiptoed past my parents’, to make sure they were asleep. Satisfied with hearing two sets of snoring, I scuttled backwards and shut my door quietly. My heart was already racing. I could hear my pulse pounding in my head. Quietly as possible, I pulled my jeans and boots on and slid my window open. That alone probably took two whole minutes. The window was squeaky unless you slid it up just right. My shoes hit the pavement of my porch, and I was over the backyard fence and gone. My mind raced. A million things could go wrong, I thought, my dad could catch me, I could come face to face with a kidnapper, attacked by a dog, arrested, hit by a car, anything could happen. I hugged myself and tried not to …show more content…

He was in a little, beat up white Pontiac. My eyes could barely make out a man sitting in the drivers seat. The pit in my stomach felt like it had grown three times in size. I grit my teeth and opened the passenger side door. The first thing I noticed when I slid into the seat was the smell of cologne. He was wearing way too much. That, and the trash on the floorboards. I looked over to him and choked. The light from the streetlamps was just enough so that I could barely see him. He was a lot taller than I’d expected. His head almost touched the felt ceiling of the car. And he looked different than his picture. His hair was longer. And curly. I internally giggled at his blonde white boy ’fro’. “Hey.” He said. His voice sort of killed the stiff atmosphere, broke the ice, if you will. “Uh, hey.” He smiled, and i saw that his canine teeth were pointed, like a wolf’s’. That amused me. “What’s funny?” Mathew asked, pulling the car away from the curb. “Nothing…” “Come on, you can tell me.” I smirked. His voice had sounded so sincere. It was a weird thing for me to hear that tone from a guy. “It’s just, my dad would literally kill me if he knew I was out right now. I can’t even believe I am, like, honestly. Like, you could be a murderer or something.” My whole body cringed, Why did I say that? “Well,” Mathew said, “I would

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