Confession of a Runaway Teen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happen when I finally decided to leave the life I was living to make my own.I ended up on the streets and heres one of the many stories of what happen.

Submitted: December 30, 2010

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Cold
Dark
Lifeless
Depressing
Here he lay wondering when the sun would finally rise so he may leave the memory behind. He shifts from under the blanket trying to get comfortable on the concert floor behind the building of a restaurant knowing that morning only waits till the day he will be long gone from here. Bugs flew to towards the white light like ghost in hope of also moving on. He yawns slightly finding no position comfortable .Standing up he grab his covers and bag and move from behind the building. Darkness held him in the shadows so no car may see the male walking. K.O.A was just down the street with a shower where he can wash up for the night. He had a plan when he left the house, but seeing how night ruins it, he had to wait. Gravel echo under his footsteps making hardly any noise as he approach the opening of the K.O.A entry. Pop up tents, tents and RV’s where park everywhere leaving enough hiding spaces for the male. As he put his stuff upon a bench table, he vanishes into the bathroom taking a long hot shower. As water broke up his nerves he relaxes a little. Once done, he exits the bathroom to find a man near his stuff. Feeling the absolute feeling of dread he walks up to the man. ‘Excuse me sir is this your stuff?’ He asks me shining the flashlight at my face. Lying would useless seeing how he needs what he had carried with him. ‘Yes sir it’s mine. I put it done when I went to take a shower.’ He replied moving to his stuff on the bench table. Damon notice the male name tag said Mich. Something about Mich face told Damon that the words next was something he was about to hate. ‘Sir these aren’t for free loader to come and camp out at. You gave to have a tent or RV or rent a cabin to stay here. Either that or be with a family or friends.’ Damon twitches at the word family. He had none at the moment not after what happen. Damon nodded before grabbing his stuff leaving out the K.O.A. He sat in front of the bench of the campsite yawning slightly. He needed some-where to sleep for now until he could get to his friends house. The bench wasn’t as comfortable as he hope, but it had to do for now. Wrapping himself in the cotton covers, he prop himself up on his hand and drifted to a sleep. It wasn’t enough to keep him unaware of his surroundings or from the cars which continue to play tag in the streets. Waking up quickly he sighs finding no relief. Standing up he stretch a bit looking around. There was no-where to sleep except……….. Grabbing his stuff once more the male return to the back of the restaurant once more lying down. He finally reaches sleep knowing mooring brought new adventures that could mean his fate.


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