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Runaway - by Sasha Sloan

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I stared out of the window, while holding Angela's diary in my hand.

Then I turned over and laid back on the bed. For some reason, I couldn't believe what had happened yesterday.

"You know... I understand if you're feeling overwhelmed."

I jumped at the voice before turning around and finding Angela sitting on my window sill, her legs tangling off of it, outside. "You have got to be kidding me?"

Angela smirked as soon as she saw me. "Sorry, I hope I didn't scare you."

"Trust me, nothing these days scares me. The world is already scary enough," I mumbled while pulling the covers over my nearly naked body.

"Hey, no need to cover up on my account. I'm only your subconscious, I'm not real." Then she gave me a pointed look. "And the world wouldn't be scary if you stopped watching all of those horror movies."

I grinned at her. "What can I say? I'm a horror fan."

"Is that why you became a cop?"

"I became a cop because my best friend, he-" I cut myself off.

"What? What about your best friend?"

I took a deep breath. "My best friend, he pushed me towards becoming a cop. And maybe, I guess I became a cop because I have always found finding thing interesting. When I was a kid, I would always play detective. One time I kidnapped Kenneth just so I could find him later. Sadly, he was such a snitch and told our parents. Oh, and I love helping people. And I have always wanted to do something useful in the future, that will also benefit others," I said while crossing my arms behind my head.

"Nice armpits." I heard Angela giggle, making me instantly pull my arms back. "I didn't say remove them and I didn't say anything insulting."

"Shut up." I laughed. "It's still strange that I'm fantasizing about you."

It surprised me when she laughed. "Fantasizing? Seriously? Nathan, you're not fantasizing about me, you're hallucinating. I mean, I don't know if it's always so dirty, but still, that would be weird. Hey, at least you're not having wet dreams about me."

My eyes widened at her words. "Never."

"Yeah, yeah. Say what you want, but we all know that you're thinking about something else." She shrugged.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Angela shook her head. "Nothing." Then she smiled at me sweetly. "So what have you found out today?"

I bit my lip before I smirked. "You tell me."

"Well," I jumped as I found her lying next to me, on the bed, laying on the covers, "it's September 13th and I am walking in the school yard, eager to eat my lunch, but then this boy come up to me. His name is Ted and I have known him for a couple of years, since fifth grade or some shit."


I am walking in the school yard, eager to get to the table outside to eat my lunch. Which actually only consists of an apple and the tiniest salad.

I am going to vomit it out later on so I don't want to waste a lot of food.

But as I'm walking, Ted comes up to me. His dark brown locks are flying everywhere, blue eyes are sparkling. He's wearing his signature soccer jacket, under it a dark blue shirt, some light blue jeans and Vans. "Hey, Angela."

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