Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

The rain was cold and heavy as it slowly fell onto the cold windy streets. Only an idiot would be in this kind of weather, except im that idiot. Well its not like i had a choice, its either be beaten by a bunch of  stupid teens or run for my life. Ive chosen to run and try to live through this horrible place i call life. Water went into my shoes as i stepped on puddles and dirty sidewalks as i ran as fast as i could away from the four goons that were chasing behind me. I heard their yelling get closer as i turned the corner of the street. I knew there was only a matter of time before they caught up and i knew i would be getting my ass beaten but its worth trying to run instead of being frozen like a deer in headlights. My stomach fell as i heard them get nearer and nearer.  I prayed that they wouldnt catch me, but as soon as i went into the allyway one of the idiots grabbed my bag and tryed pulling me until i let go of my bag and jumped the fence landing on my feet. I kept running until i heard no more voices, after a while i stopped,panting and leaning on my knees i looked back and saw no one, i jogged the rest of the way home. Arriving at my porch cold and wet i opened the door using the key from my pocket,i take off my muddy wet shoes and leave them by the door. Walking up the stairs i walk down the hall and into my room full of music posters and drawing of different things. My favorite is the black rose, even though roses are red some are black which i think are very beautiful. Pulling at my wet clothes i grab some clean clothes and head to the bathroom taking a shower. Wincing at my sore muscles i finish showering and put on my fresh clothes. I sit on my bed and sigh as i slowly lay back looking up at my ceiling. I painted it like the dark sky with stars and beautiful black and purple paint. I close my eyes wishing i would wake up from this nightmare. Tomorrows school again meaning finding my backpack, running again for my life,dealing with bullies and name calling and finally my personal favorite being thrown into the locker. Opening my eyes once again i sit up and walk to my desk sitting down and grabbing a sharpened pencil,i grab my personal backpack and take out my journal. I open it up passing old entry's of my days and finally seeing a new page i write my heart out with ever detail of my day not skipping anything. My love for writing and music is why i keep living. My dream is to become a writer or a musician. Maybe even both. Only a few more years and im out of here. Its gonna be rough but i wont give up on my dream. Ever.