Leaving Bear Creek
A way to escape my problems, a way to
shoo away my troubles...
Bear Creek is where I settled. I would
always go there after school, and sit on the green bench and watch
the birds fly from tree to tree. I'd leave, each time, saying
three words, "Goodnight Bear
Creek."
I'd walk home by myself, in the
dark. I'd finally reach Charles
Street.
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"I'm home, mom." I called
walking to the kitchen.
"We have to go." My mom said
placing two suitcases on the floor.
"Why?" I asked walking
over.
"It isn't working out."
She said going outside with the suitcases placing them neatly in
the trunk of the car.
"What isn't working out?"
I asked following right behind her.
She walked back into the house, without
an answer. She flicked the light switcher on, and turned around my
position.
"Mom- you have a bruise..." I
said walking toward her slowly.
"That's why we are leaving.
Before he hurts you too." She said going back outside just
like before.
"Come get in the car, it's
time to go." She said hopping in the
car.
"But- what about Bear Creek?"
I said.
"Here's a picture." She
said throwing the picture over to me.
"A picture? What is a picture
going to do?" I asked fixing my eyes on
her.
"Look, we have to go." She
said driving faster than I have ever seen
before.
"Here goes the moment I was dying
not to see." I mumbled.
Leaving Bear Creek A way to escape my problems, a way to shoo
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Dec 26, 2011 1:10pm
