the good life Part 2.
September 25th
As soon as I got home, I ran inside and started shouing.
"Mom!!" I screamed.
"Dad!!"
"Mommy?" My voice started to get lower.
"Daddy?" I was now whimpering.
"Guys?" I whispered. "No." Then I cried. And cried. And kept crying until 12 am, when I finally realized no one was coming back. I ran up to my room and started to pack. I realized I would need money so I went into my parents bedroom and stole some. [Well, since they were dead...] I also found their credit cards and stuffed all of it into a purse of mine.
When I was ready it was about 3 am. I dragged all the suitcases and bags into my car. The I drove off. Forever.
Well, okay, I stopped at a gas station and filled 'er up. Then I drove away forever.
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I drove all the way to L.A. from San Francisco. When I got there, I realized I hadn't really thought this plan out. I needed somewhere to stay and a job. I went into a nearby coffee shop, (I know, coffee shops in LA? Who knew!) and looked for people looking for a roommate. I saw one that looked okay, a 20-year-old guy living just about a mile from the coffee shop. I drove all the way there and called him.
"Hello?" said a sexy, guy-groggy voice.
"Hi, sorry to wake you up, but I saw something that said you needed a roommate?" I prayed he hadn't already found someone.
"Oh, yeah, it's okay. Come over and you can check the place out," he said.
"Okay, I'll be there soon...Like, now." I got out of the car. After about a minute I saw him coming down the stair. And, damn, he was fine.
'we've got our stories but please tell me what there's to complain about.'
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PS. Some of this is taken from another writer. Please don't judge, but I liked it and found it interesting.