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I gazed at my lonely reflection in a muddy puddle. "How the hell did my life turn out like this?" I asked myself in a soft voice. I looked around the empty street that few would drive or walk on. "This is my home." I thought out loud. Sometimes I wanted to go home so bad. Well my other home. The home where my parents live. It had been a week or so since I left my "home" and stopped going to school. I was so sick and tired of the abuse that went on there. I was tired of the fact that no one knew who I was. Why should I live there if no one cared if I ran away? So I did. No cops have come out to find me. What does it matter? I'm finally on my own, living by my own rules. The way it should be. It's just me and my guitar, the only thing that really matters anyway.
I looked down at the side walk. A few raindrops started to fall. I decided I should seek shelter. I packed up my guitar and backpack and dashed to the nearest house. The first house I saw looked abandoned. The lights were off and the house seemed like it would fall down at any moment. It reminded me of my own home. The door was locked, but the garage wasn't. I heard a clap of thunder. I took shelter in the garage. The garage was completely bare and had an empty lonely feeling to it that matched my current feelings. I listened to the soft raindrops tap the side of the garage. Soon my eyes became heavy. I yawned and decided I should stay here for the night. I gently laid myself down on to the hard cement floor. I fell asleep.
My eyes slowly opened. I stretched and got myself up. I was very stiff from the hard floor. Some sunlight made its way through the small garage window. The air was humid from the last night storm and it left me feeling very uncomfortable and hot. "Good morning." Said a cheerful voice. I turned around. A girl was looking straight at me. She looked about my age, maybe sixteen or so. She seemed to be a nice quiet girl.
"Who are you?" I asked irritated.
"I'm Molly. Who might you be?" She asked.
"Megan. Do you want me to leave?" I grabbed my guitar and backpack realizing that I must be trespassing.
"No its fine. I just came out here to get away from my parents."
My face lit up. I put down my things. Molly and I sat down and shared a conversation about our backgrounds and interests.
"I love your hair!" Molly complimented.
That compliment meant a lot to me. It was part of what made me unique. I spent hours creating my dreadlocks and dying my hair multiple different colors to fit my personality. It turned out that Molly had my same taste in music and we both played guitar, which seemed impossible for me to find in another person.
"Wait here." Molly commanded.
"Do you like pirates?" Molly asked.
"YES!" I exclaimed. Pirates where the outcasts of the past in my opinion.
"Check this book out." Molly took out an old torn up faded book. Molly flipped through some pages quickly. I stopped her and made her go back a few pages.
"Who's that pirate?" I asked.
"Oh that's Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow." I said softly. Jack Sparrow seemed to be the perfect outcast! He looked like he wouldn't take orders from anyone! He seemed like a rock star! The way he dressed, the way he smiled, and I thought I saw a hint of eyeliner. I was speechless.
"Now I wouldn't be getting too attached with the idea of being with Captain Jack Sparrow Megan." Molly warned.
"Why not?" I asked confused.
"How about the fact he's not alive anymore?"
"I guess…"
"And it's not like he would settle down or anything."
"I know that but I would never want to settle down either." I responded.
There was a faint shout from the house. "Molly get your ass in here!" The words seemed slurred.
"I better be going, but don't worry I will come back with food and blankets for you." Molly picked up her book.
"Yeah." I said quietly. I didn't want her to leave.
"Do you think it's alright if you leave the book here though?" I asked
"Sure." Molly put the book down and quickly left.
I didn't want to find out what Molly's parents would do if they found me here. I grabbed my guitar, quietly opened the garage door, put my new book in my backpack and left. I did feel a little bad about taking Molly's book but really it was just borrowing. I walked down the street at a slow pace dragging my back pack and guitar along. The air seemed so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was getting hard to breath. I decided to sit down at a nearby bench. I put all my things underneath it. I opened the book carefully so no pages would be damaged. A light breeze started to pick up. It wonderful at first. The book pages were flipping quickly and I was concerned they might rip. The breeze got stronger and stronger until it became a huge gust of wind. I felt as if I would fall of the bench. My hair was getting knotted and was being whisked in front of my face. I shut my eyes tight. A few seconds later the wind came to a stop. I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the book. It was on the page of Captain Jack Sparrow.
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