I walked out the door with a grin of happiness because I no longer have to live with people who don't give a shit about me.
Once I arrived at the bus stop, I saw a tall man, wearing a dark black DC hoodie, black sweatpants, and black adidas skate shoes.
He had one arm behind his back, and he looked at me. With a creepy stare. When he was looking at me I thought he might take me, or rape me. Or even, kill me. But I just let that thought go.
The bus arrived, hallelujah. I sprinted onto the bus, so the guy couldn't stand next to me.
Moments later, I had no clue where I was going but all I knew I running away from here, (L.A).
Time passed and the man I saw at the bus stop. He walked closer to me. And started talking to me. His voice was low and raspy.
Guy:"Hi." He said sternly
"Hi, I guess." I replied with a bit of nervousness, wondering what the man would do to me.
Guy:"Where's your family?" He said happily
"My family's not with me, I RAN away!"
As we were talking the man took the one arm that he had behind his back. It was a butchers knife.
"Holy shit, what should I do?" I said to myself
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That Time That I Ran Away (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionZovia was an average 16 year old, boys, romance, friends, and of course shopping! But when something happened with her friend. She thought to her self, "I have to do something right now!"
