Chapter Three~~ You Can’t be Serious
We were getting chased by the police. Again. We were somewhere in Nevada, although I’m not sure where. Anyway, back to the police. I was “getting” us some new clothes and some food. I saw Dean starting to slow down.
“Hunter, please! Let them catch us! I don’t want to run anymore!” she said breathless as she started back into the light jog I had started into. I stared at her as if she had grown three heads
“Come on Dean! We are so close, and you want us to stop?! Why would you want us to stop?” she was still walking and I lead her to the shadowy ally.
“I’m so tired! I just want to stop! All of this, it’s just leading us nowhere! I want to stop running and I want to get an education.”
“What are you trying to say? Did you enroll us in another school?!” I asked her, as my eyes widened with fear. Every time we went to some kind of school, something bad would happen, like; school gets bl own up, a random stalker tried to kill us, etc., etc., etc. no matter where we went, it was always the same thing.
“Yes, I did enroll us at this school called ‘The Wilderness’ it’s a boarding school. It’s perfect for us! We won’t have to steal; we won’t have to crash at some random motels, we won’t have to keep running! We can live an actual life!” she said as she closed her eyes, her breathing became ragged. She opened her eyes, her pale blue eyes bright with fear. My breath got caught in my throat.
“We have to go NOW!” she grabbed my hand and we ran as fast as our lives depended on, which technically it did. Her grip on my arm loosened and soon we were just standing there, trying to catch our breath.
“Where is this school?” I asked her between breaths.
“Armpit, Nevada.” She told me with a serious look. I couldn’t help it and burst out laughing.
“What kind of town is called Armpit?” I asked her between laughs. I looked at her face, which by the way, was priceless, and burst out laughing again. She looked at me with a startled expression.
“Why are you laughing? This is serious!” she told me in a scolding tone. I managed to calm down, for now anyway.
“Why would you even do this? We live on the streets, the streets are our home.” She shook her head and ran a hand through her straight blonde hair. She had bags under her eyes, and it looked like she hadn’t eaten in two months, although it had only been two weeks.
“You see, that’s the thing. I don’t want to live on the streets anymore. I want to go to school, I want to get an education, and I want to get a good job! I don’t want to be a hobo anymore!” I started to speak but she put her hand up.
“Hunter, I know how you feel, I was there. But you have to let it go! That was in the past! Please just let it go.” She looked down at her feet. I was mad, hurt, and sad. I felt my anger outbid the other feelings. How DARE she! She knew that it was a touchy subject.
“When do we leave?” I asked her, my voice cold.
“Hunter, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. We should start leaving like, right now.” She told me, and we headed off.
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