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Krysta Hayes shut her apartment door behind her and slipped an envelope under her building manager's door on her way by. It held her rent check and a note saying she was leaving and apologizing for not saying so two weeks in advance like she was supposed to. She only had her backpack, a small duffel bag, and the clothes on her back. She had left everything else in her apartment and her sister would come and get it all once she realized that Krys was gone and wasn't coming back.
Krys walked out into the early morning light and over to her 2003 Dodge Viper RT-10 convertible. It was white with silver flames on the hood and down the sides and glinted beautifully in the sun. It was enough to make anybody's mouth water. She put the top down and threw her bags in the back, then got in and glanced back at the building she had called home for the past year. A single tear dripped down Krysta's cheek as she sped off in the dawn.
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"Dom! Letty!" Dom heard Mia shout before he rolled over and put his pillow over his head, "Get up!" Her words yet again fell on deaf ears, since Letty slept like a log. Leon walked by and paused when he saw Mia's look of desperation. He thought of a plan and whispered it to Mia and then went downstairs, grabbed Dom and Letty's keys off the kitchen counter, and went back upstairs and into the bathroom.
"Dom! Letty! Get up or I'll flush your keys down the toilet!" Leon jingled both sets for emphasis, but still got no response, "Alright then, who's should go first?" He smacked Letty's keys against the outside of the toilet bowl to make it sounds like they had been dropped in, and then stuck them in his pocket and flushed.
"Say goodbye to your keys, Letty!" Mia played along. A loud thud was heard as Letty and Dom jumped out of bed and ran across the hall. Dom glared evilly at Leon until the younger man broke under pressure and tossed him his keys. Dom turned and left.
"Don't you dare go back to bed," Leon heard Mia say as she followed her brother back to his room, "We have to leave soon." His attention was returned to the bathroom and his immediate physical health when Letty got up in his face.
"You didn't do it, did you?" When Leon remained silent, she grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall, "DID YOU?!" Leon still said nothing, so Letty continued, "Leon I love you like a brother, but if you don't give me my keys right fucking now, I won't hesitate to kill you." Leon got a nervous look on his face and pulled Letty's keys out of his pocket and gave them back to her. She patted him on the head like a puppy and said "good boy."
"Whatever," he grumbled, his pride slightly wounded, "we leave in 15 minutes. Jesse gets out of the hospital today."
"I know," Letty said before Turning to go back to her and Dom's room.
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Krysta had been driving for almost 24 hours straight. She had no idea where she was or where she was going. She only knew one thing: she needed to find out where she was and then take a nap. She pulled into a truck stop and wandered over to an espresso stand where an old man was selling maps and (of course) coffee.
"Where am I?" she asked the man after ordering an Irish cream mocha.
"Amarillo, Texas," The man said in a southern drawl as he turned on the espresso machine, "Why? Where are you headed?" He was only trying to be helpful, but Krys felt like he was asking too many questions that she didn't know that answers to.
"Wherever the road takes me," She smiled wistfully, "as long as it doesn't turn and go right back to New York."
"You don't have to worry about that, missy," the man drawled as he handed her the drink, "this highway is an almost straight shot from Wilmington, North Carolina to Barstow, California, which is about 80 miles northeast of Los Angeles. You look like the type of person who would like a big city like that."
"Thanks," Krysta smiled gratefully as she paid for her coffee and dropped her change in his tip cup.
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How's that for a first chapter? I know it doesn't really say much about the plot of the story or my characters (yes, there'll be more than one later), but please review and tell me what you think. IF YOU HAVE AN IDEAS FOR A TITLE PLEASE TELL ME!!!! Please put title ideas in your review or email me at theflamingsafetypinnazi@hotmail.com
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Krysta Hayes shut her apartment door behind her and slipped an envelope under her building manager's door on her way by. It held her rent check and a note saying she was leaving and apologizing for not saying so two weeks in advance like she was supposed to. She only had her backpack, a small duffel bag, and the clothes on her back. She had left everything else in her apartment and her sister would come and get it all once she realized that Krys was gone and wasn't coming back.
Krys walked out into the early morning light and over to her 2003 Dodge Viper RT-10 convertible. It was white with silver flames on the hood and down the sides and glinted beautifully in the sun. It was enough to make anybody's mouth water. She put the top down and threw her bags in the back, then got in and glanced back at the building she had called home for the past year. A single tear dripped down Krysta's cheek as she sped off in the dawn.
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"Dom! Letty!" Dom heard Mia shout before he rolled over and put his pillow over his head, "Get up!" Her words yet again fell on deaf ears, since Letty slept like a log. Leon walked by and paused when he saw Mia's look of desperation. He thought of a plan and whispered it to Mia and then went downstairs, grabbed Dom and Letty's keys off the kitchen counter, and went back upstairs and into the bathroom.
"Dom! Letty! Get up or I'll flush your keys down the toilet!" Leon jingled both sets for emphasis, but still got no response, "Alright then, who's should go first?" He smacked Letty's keys against the outside of the toilet bowl to make it sounds like they had been dropped in, and then stuck them in his pocket and flushed.
"Say goodbye to your keys, Letty!" Mia played along. A loud thud was heard as Letty and Dom jumped out of bed and ran across the hall. Dom glared evilly at Leon until the younger man broke under pressure and tossed him his keys. Dom turned and left.
"Don't you dare go back to bed," Leon heard Mia say as she followed her brother back to his room, "We have to leave soon." His attention was returned to the bathroom and his immediate physical health when Letty got up in his face.
"You didn't do it, did you?" When Leon remained silent, she grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall, "DID YOU?!" Leon still said nothing, so Letty continued, "Leon I love you like a brother, but if you don't give me my keys right fucking now, I won't hesitate to kill you." Leon got a nervous look on his face and pulled Letty's keys out of his pocket and gave them back to her. She patted him on the head like a puppy and said "good boy."
"Whatever," he grumbled, his pride slightly wounded, "we leave in 15 minutes. Jesse gets out of the hospital today."
"I know," Letty said before Turning to go back to her and Dom's room.
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Krysta had been driving for almost 24 hours straight. She had no idea where she was or where she was going. She only knew one thing: she needed to find out where she was and then take a nap. She pulled into a truck stop and wandered over to an espresso stand where an old man was selling maps and (of course) coffee.
"Where am I?" she asked the man after ordering an Irish cream mocha.
"Amarillo, Texas," The man said in a southern drawl as he turned on the espresso machine, "Why? Where are you headed?" He was only trying to be helpful, but Krys felt like he was asking too many questions that she didn't know that answers to.
"Wherever the road takes me," She smiled wistfully, "as long as it doesn't turn and go right back to New York."
"You don't have to worry about that, missy," the man drawled as he handed her the drink, "this highway is an almost straight shot from Wilmington, North Carolina to Barstow, California, which is about 80 miles northeast of Los Angeles. You look like the type of person who would like a big city like that."
"Thanks," Krysta smiled gratefully as she paid for her coffee and dropped her change in his tip cup.
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How's that for a first chapter? I know it doesn't really say much about the plot of the story or my characters (yes, there'll be more than one later), but please review and tell me what you think. IF YOU HAVE AN IDEAS FOR A TITLE PLEASE TELL ME!!!! Please put title ideas in your review or email me at theflamingsafetypinnazi@hotmail.com
