An Old Life Down A New One Beginning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Story i wrote a while ago

Submitted: April 13, 2011

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Submitted: April 13, 2011

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It has only been five days since I left the town of Dorwin. My new name is Alexander Cross, Born July 5th, 1990. So far I have arrived in a small town called Twang. At first I was just passing by, but I noticed my supplies where running low and I was parched. I walked into the nearest bar and walked up to the bartender. I notice she has light brown hair and the most beautiful brown eyes I ever saw. “What would you like?” she said in a velvet voice. It took me a second before I could answer. “Oh, sorry. Could I get something with strong flavor, but not alcoholic,” I said. She looked at me a little surprised, but went to get me a drink. As I was waiting I noticed the felloe beside me scribbling on a piece of paper and talking to himself in a low voice. I didn’t feel like bothering him so I turned around to look at the bartender. She had come back with a cup of some clear liquid that was definitely not water. “Here’s your drink sir,” she said kindly. I took the drink from her, wondering what it was the whole time. “Can I ask what this is?” I asked her. “Oh, it’s called the Leaves of Change. It’s really popular with the newcomers,” she said. I was a little suspicious of it, but I didn’t want to be rude to her, so I drank the whole thing. Man was that stuff strong. I was coughing frantically for minutes to come. “It takes a little getting used to, but it’s good,” she said happily. “Yeah it’s good, but really strong. Could I get another one please,” I told her. After that things get blurry. I ordered twenty of those drinks, I think I ordered more for everyone, I got to know the bartender a little better, and then everything goes dark. The next day I wake up in the woods all covered in dirt. “What happened?” was all I could say. I checked my backpack and my pockets. The only thing missing was my money and the thing was I didn’t know if I was robbed or if I spent it all. I was way too dazed, but I walked on anyway, not knowing I had gotten married to the bartender that night and was heading in the opposite direction of the life I was about to start.


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