Hitchhiking
Jack
I waited along the edge
of the road, walking along,
probably only just an hour’s
walk from the summery
city of Miami, Florida. I was
sure to remain alert, watching
each vehicle to make sure
it was one that would be safe
to catch a ride on. I knew
that plenty were probably cops
on the search for me. It
might be easier to spot those,
since they wouldn’t figure
I’d have been smart enough
give myself a makeover so
that they wouldn’t have as easy
a time of catching me. Like
they would, anyway. The cops
were way too easy to get
around. They overlooked anyone
with hair and eye colors
that didn’t match the perp they
were searching for. They
stopped bothering teens who tried
to hitchhike. It was much
easier to just say they’re done
trying to bring them back
in. My point with that was that it
wouldn’t be all that hard to
escape this place, so long as I
got a ride soon enough
that was going very far away
from Miami and all the way
out in sunny, beautiful
California. Maybe, there,
I would have some hope in
making something of
myself while I was out somewhere
new and intriguing, a
place that I’d never even been to,
a place to restart.
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Dwindling Light
Teen FictionAce and Jack Sterling, twins, lead very different lives. Ace stayed home with their mother and her terrible lovers; Jack ran away, finding himself a part of a drug chain just to have money to keep a modest subsistence. But Ace wants to get away and...
