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8 (extra). There was a little fence in the back of the apartment complex, with a crack. A piece of wood hanging off the middle of it. This is our way out. How we get to the gas station down the street.
By Robbie Bale4 days ago in Poets
10. There is no help yet. I'm getting more nervous now. Johnny's not looking too good. They need to hurry up. Alan called 30 minutes ago. The lady was down on the ground crying.
9. The argument was escalating quickly. Johnny was in the lot. The dude hit the girl. She pulled the ray blaster. The dude got hit twice. He had his foot on the gas of the car.
8. There was a little fence in the back of the apartment complex, with a crack. A piece of wood hanging off the middle of it. This is our way out. How we get to the gas station down the street.
6. We finally got the courage to get out the bed. And enter the living room. i heard Dad and Gina at the kitchen table eating. Dad seemed unbothered this morning.
7. And just like a rewind, back to the same old. Ricky and I played tag with some of our friends. From the apartment complex buildings. After that, we played soccer.
5. Dad lifted up the bed. Once again, he saw nothing. He must think I'm crazy. I felt like it top. Ricky jumped in my bed. He was to scared to sleep in his own bed.
3. Dad shut the lights off. I fell into deep slumber. I don't remember my dreams. But I feel like they were hitting 100 times different. Another thing I don't recall, is if I caught a sickness.
4. The closet door is open. The light is also on. As I'm sitting up looking. I think I'm looking into a closet of straight nothingness. And then I saw something.
2. Mom made some fire dinner. And Spongebob was on TV. Dad let us stay up. The vibe in the crib was just so immaculately chill. After a few episodes passed. Dad had to call it.
1. The village was my home. Tawny Village to be exact. My childhood apartment complex buildings. But we called it the Village. I have plenty of vivid memories. Good times and bad times.
10. I am beyond relieved that I got out of that prison. It was making me sadder and sadder every single day. Maybe in Woodland I’ll be able to find some new stuff Ricky and I can get into. Maybe some new friends or a new park.
By Robbie Bale13 days ago in Poets
