disclaimed. [because i totally own the Clique, right?]
rated: T
title: the view from here
summary: after every hill we climbed, it's never been so clear. at the top, we scream. and i really like the view from here.
pairing: [let's leave this bit blank.]
genre: romance, friendship, humor, a bit of angst
length: hopefully a multi-chap that i finish. it might be a short multi-chap. five chaps at the most?
it's about time i write something, yeah?
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Derrick Harrington stumbled away from his – very drunk – father as if he had just hit him. "Get out of this house, boy!"
And that's exactly what Derrick did. He ran up the stairs of his house, flung open the door to his room, and grabbed his backpack. He started shoving things into it, things he knew he would need for sure. He wasn't coming back anytime soon.
As soon as he was satisfied with what he had packed, he opened up his window, crawled out of it, and jumped. He rolled onto the ground. Taking one look at the beige house that stood before him, he started running towards the lights of the city.
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so, yeah, that's it. the -really short- prologue. (:
tell me what you think in a review, maybe?
i sure would appreciate it.
obvi, the next chapters will be longer,
and can you tell that i've only been to New York twice?,
so i have no idea about the state,
just so you know.
