Yo, what's up? I'm William Smith and I probably have the worst luck in the entire world. Why you might ask, actually you probably won't because you don't give a shit about what happens to me but unlucky for you I'm going to tell you the entire story of what the gods and monsters did to make my life so miserable.
I started a very happy life, until I hit 12. During one of the worst days of my life my parents told me that we were moving from NYC to North Carolina. Why was this moment so bad, because I loved life in NYC and that's where I lived my whole life, now suddenly I am forced to move to a place so much different from New York, no way.
I was starting to cope with the sadness of leaving New York, but going to school everyday and seeing friends just reminded me that I was never going to see them again. Then I started thinking about running away and even about suicide. Nobody else knew except me, and my brother named Finn. I was all set to run away, I had my IPad, food, and water. But, I fell asleep before I could. The second night, I did the same thing except this time I set an alarm for 1 o'clock. When the alarm went off I snuck out of the house.
I had no idea where to go so I just walked along Montauk highway to nowhere in particular. When the sun rose I had been walking for 5 hours and needed a break, so I went to the nearest gas station to play on my iPad with their WI-FI. I started walking about two hours later and then rested again after 7 hours of walking. This was going to take a long time to get to wherever I was walking to.
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