Upon walking outside of Dylan's house, the bright street lights glow in the night.
I walk slowly through the quiet, suburban neighborhood, taking in the silliness.
After walking for about half an hour, I can tell I'm finally in my neighborhood.
The streetlights flicker and glow dimly.
A wave a chatter and cars driving fills the air.
The night is alive here.
A Ford Fusion pulls up next to me, inside I see a nice looking caucasian man. He kind of looks like Gary Johnson, or the rapper, Soulja Boy featuring Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle.
"Hey, little one. You need a ride? This isn't a really safe town to be walking alone in at night." he offers.
I smile and clear my throat.
His voice... his face... why is he so familiar? Like I personally know him.
"Um, yeah. Thanks, that'd be good." I say as I army crawl into the car.
"FUCK, I MISS MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER SO MUCH!" he scream cries as I shut the car door.
I shriek loudly in fear and kick out the windshield and leap out of the car and back onto the sidewalk.
The man screams as he speeds off away.
I jog over to the nearest building and lean on the edge of the brick wall with a sigh.
That was weird, I think.
"Hey, shorty." a middle-aged man says as he emerges from the darkness of the alley beside me.
"Hi."
"You look like you had a rough day." he states, looking at my face in disgust.
"I do?"
"Yeah, what's all over your face."
I pull out a full-length mirror and look at my face.
Sitting on top of the dried blood from my nose bleed, I see a clear, white substance layering over it.
It came from the pee sticks.
"That's blood and cum." I tell him.
He scowls disgustedly at me.
"Ew. Well, you need something to take off the edge?" he offers.
"Like a massage?"
"Nah." he leans in and whispers, "Drugs."
"Oh, no thanks, I don't do drugs."
He sucks his teeth.
"Fucking nerd."
That word hits me like the ALS ice-bucket challenge.
"You know what? Yeah, let me get some."
He rubs he hands together excitedly.
"Alright, now we talking!"
The man pulls out a baggie with white powder in it. It resembles the one from my flashback.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Let's just say it'll make you feel like magic."
I go to reach for it but he quickly yanks it away.
"Nuh-uh. Pay up first." he demands.
I giggle nervously.
"Oh, I don't have any money."
He waves the bag.
"Pfft. Bye bitch."
What can I do? I can't leave being a nerd.
As he waves the bag, I quickly snatch it out of his hand and make a run for it.
"Aye! That's my shit!" he screams as he chases me.
Luckily me, a flying Nintendo 64, is much faster than a man.
I start zooming in zig-zags as the man starts firing a gun at me.
After about 10 minutes of being chased, I finally lost him.
Stepping onto the curb, I see my house.
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Teen Fiction[TW] She's just a young, 14 year old girl trying to survive high school after the tragic loss of her father, but what happens when the popular kids take advantage of her desperation and completely manipulate her into ungodly things? How will she nav...
