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Love Is So Damn Easy Part 4

Novel By: XxPredicxX

Julia can't help but run. Run from her fear. But running doesn't make the pain go away. View table of contents...



Submitted:Jun 21, 2011    Reads: 395    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I went back to my house and opened the door quietly. As I closed it, I tiptoed up the stairs and into my bedroom. Derek was luckily sleeping, with his hand on his crotch. I went o my dresser and grabbed as many clothes as possible, stuffing it into my bag. I took the heavy bag to the living room and got my laptop that laid near the TV. I opened it and went onto the internet. I typed in 'train travels'.

10 mintues later I was running down a very long road on the highway, my hair flying in the wind. Cars, motorbikes and turcks speeded pass me, making the sandy dust brush against my face. Wet tears ran down my face. This shouldn't happen, this COULDN'T happen. I never wanted this, ever. I turned a right and headed to the railway station. As I came through the gate way, a line of people were near the edge of the platform. I came to a metal bench and laid my bag on it and sat down after. I began to cry. My tears soaked my hands, and substance dripped on to my trousers. Suddenly I felt a shadow on me. I looked up. A pale looking boy looked at me; he had dark, ginger, short hair, clear blue eyes and cute freckles that covered his nose. He looked 14 and was wearing a grey uniform.

"Are you alright?" He gave me a smile, that brightened up my face. I wiped away my tears.

"I am now!" Then I heard my train coming, surprizingly he was on the same one. He picked up his brown suitcase and boarded the train with me. I was now was leaving my home, my friends, and my life.

The train I was travelling, had rooms, so it took awhile to find where I would be staying for the next day. As I opened the door, I felt like I was being followed. I entered the room and set my bag on the double bed. I heard a knock at the door. I crept open the door slowly and saw the school boy yet again.

"Can I help you?"

"Um...yes. You'rein my room" He looked abit nervous.

"No, it says here on my ticket, room 215."

"Well, it says the same on mine" He showed me the shocking evidence. This was weird.

I would be sharing a small, double-beded room with a cute school boy. What could go wrong?


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