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Runaway: part five.Day 5
"You wouldn't want to go the deli down the road, would you?"
I walk through the cave after my late morning 'bath' in search of Max, only to find him propped up against the cave wall, eyes closed, softly snoring. I roll my eyes. I stride towards him and flick his forehead. He grunts and turns his head the other way.
"Max! Wake up!"
He jolts awake causing his forehead to bump against mine. Ouch. I rub my forehead and ask, "Did you not get any sleep last night?"
He gives me a sheepish grin, "Not really."
"Then why do you always wake up and come here so early?!" I exclaim.
"To make sure you're still here. It's not a big deal. Don't get so worked up about it." He shrugs.
"Sorry, I haven't had food yet," I say, blaming my outburst on my lack of food. I give him a small smile and repeat, "You wouldn't want to go the deli down the road, would you?"
"Duh, to get me a sandwich."
"But, you already have food."
"It's getting low," I grumble.
"Why don't yo
Runaway: part four.Day 4
I wake up and instantly feel the large mass of warmth beside me, his arms wrapped around my stomach. I snuggle closer to the person and I sigh, feeling content. I start to replay what happened yesterday in my mind.
I gasped and lunged towards the shadow; throwing my arms around a still chuckling Max.
"Max!" I don't know why, but I started to cry. Being in this cave by myself, even if it has been a few days so far, really is making me emotional. I guess I was just glad to see him. My cries turned into full out sobs.
"Hey. Hey, it's ok," Max cooed in my ear, rubbing his hand in circles on my back.
My cries became softer, and before I knew it, my eyes became dry. Max noticed and went to remove himself from my embrace, but I tightened my arms around him.
"Well, if I knew you missed me so much, I would've come earlier," he laughed. His face turned serious. "You have everyone worried, Ally. Even you're parents."
I scoffed, "Please, my parents don't care. They're away
kidnapped.It all started in a simple chat room..
not much, hbu?
About two minutes later.
im from florida
thats far away, haha
say, um, how old are you?
im 14, hbu?
im 15, lol
A few weeks later and more conversations, they were like good friends.
whats so funny?
i, um.. kinda like you
i kinda like you too?
yea, i guess
Runaway: part three.Day 3
It's early in the morning and I mean early. It's probably around four AM. I get up from my make shift bed and slowly make my way towards my bag. I search through my bag, looking for what I need.
I pull out my shampoo and body wash. I grab the towel and swim suit from the outside pouch of my bag. I quickly change into my swim suit, pull on a t-shirt and head out the cave. Its dark out, but I can at least make out of what's around me. I take off my shoes and place them just inside the mouth of the cave. I turn and walk to the right, further away from the beach. The rocky ground makes imprints on the bottom of my feet and the stray sand sticks to my toes. I keep walking and gradually the ground starts to slope downwards into the water. There's a rock that juts out over the water, shielding a small pool from any curious eyes down at the beach.
Lighthouse Cay takes the shape of a 'C'. The sand stretches out from the direction of the North and stops about
KC and Hope.I walk through the crowded halls trying to avoid being shoved to the ground. In these halls, it's not students roaming them. It's a freaking parade of animals.
I arrive at my first class, unharmed, ten minutes early. I walk to the back of the room and sit down. Balling my sweater up and resting my head on the desk, I slowly close my eyes. I am just about to doze off when a loud BANG! erupts throughout the room.
I open my eyes and look up. KC is standing at the edge of my desk; her hands pushing down on the thick text book, making her look taller than she actually is. I'm pretty sure she purposely slammed her book because she was grinning at me like a mad man-or in this case mad woman.
I let out a groan and sit up in my chair.
"You know I hate it when people call me that. You out of all people should know, considering I call you my best friend," I say.
"Well," she huffs. "What else am I supposed to call you? Hope? That's too long," she says with an all too in
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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