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Tragedy
 Created on 8-17-07
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Chapter 2
“October 2, 2001:
Dear Diary,
I’ve been on my own for a whole 24 hours now and I’m so confused. I have no money to buy anything. I have this strange feeling that this journey will be anything but ordinary. Pray for me while I’m on this adventure. I’ll need it.”
So I’m on my own now and I think I should’ve planned this ahead. I’m turning this way, then that, not knowing where to go. I really need some support now.
This keeps happening for 4 more hours, but finally I come across a gas station. There are old guys hanging out outside of the store, wearing ripped-up, hillbilly clothes. I look at them kind of strange as I walk by. One of them talks to me.
“Hey there, little lady. The name’s Joe. Where are yous plannin on going?” This guy had long, white, curly, and tangly hair and a beard just like it to match. Mother and Father always say not to talk to strangers, but I’m not with them anymore and I make my own decisions.
“Um, I really don’t know where I’m going. I ran away and I didn’t plan ahead of time.” I answered nervously.
“Well, would ya like us to help?”
“That would be very nice, thank you.” I replied.
“You got a name?”
“Yes, my name is Sarah.”
“Sarah,” He repeated grinning and glancing at his friends, “sure is a purty name.”
“Uh, thanks…How could you help me?” I asked changing the subject, creeped out.
“Like this, Darlin‘!” Suddenly, the old guy reached out for my hand and hips and tried to pull me in closer to him. I tried my hardest to pull away, but he seemed stronger and he kept tugging at me.
I let out a loud, kind of dull scream. It wasn’t that loud because I was tugging back trying not to be touched by his dirty, filthy hands.
“Come on, Darlin’! You said you wanted me to help!” The bum tried to persuade with a creepy grin on his wrinkly, hairy, dirty face.
“What are you trying to do, you old geezer?!?”
“I’m just helping, Baby!”
Finally, I’ve tugged free and ran as fast as I could until I was so out of breath, I collapsed on the cold, hard, concrete ground. I think I ran about a mile and a half. I am so out of breath, my chest blows all the ways up every time I take a breath.
After lying on ground for probably a half hour, I find the strength to get up and going.
“Well, that was creepy. Note to self: ‘Never accept help from old, filthy guys off the street.’” I said to myself. I was so busy thinking about that, that I forgot my stuff about a minute back, where I had collapsed. I walked as fast as I could-I couldn’t run because I was so out of breath-so that no one takes my stuff. When I reached my things, thankfully, nothing is gone.
“I really wish I knew where I was headed.” I am so hungry right now, it’s not even funny. I need money! If only there was a way to get money quick and easy. Maybe I’m not too young to a small, part-time job. 12 and half is old enough, I think. Maybe I’m old enough to work on a small farm for little money. Then an extraordinary idea popped into my head! Maybe some country folk will take sympathy on me and help me out by giving me somewhere to stay and eat. Psh! Like that’ll ever happen.
Man, I am so tired right now. The hunger just makes it worse. Keeping my pace just makes my insides throb and thump hard.
“I’ve-got-to-stop-for- a while! Me needs water-and-rest!!” I grumbled sorely and fell from the concrete road to the soft, green grass and passed out.
My dream was just a dark, black area of nothingness. Out of the black nothingness came a voice. A soft, young, male voice with slight country accent.
“Miss? Hey, Miss, are you okay?” The voice said. He lightly touches my shoulder to get me awake. When my eyes open, my eyes about popped out and I thought I was still dreaming. The boy looks about 14; he has dreamy blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and slightly toned and tan body. He is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. But wait, it’s not a dream! Then when my eyes are completely wide open, the boy talks again.
“Hey.” He says in his sweet, soft voice, “Are you okay, Miss?” I think I look kind of dumb, just lying on the ground with a cute guy trying to talk to me, so I reply.
“Hey, yes I’m fine. Thanks for asking. He stands up and reaches out his hand to help me up, I take it and I’m on my feet again.
“It looks like you dropped these.” He said and kneeled down to pick up my stuff.
“Thank you. How long have you been trying to wake me?”
“For about 5 minutes tops. You kind of got me worried because it’s not every day you see a pretty girl, or any girl at that, just passed out on the side of a road. So, do you have a name?” He said I was pretty! Score!!, I shouted inside.
“Yes, my name is Sarah. What’s your name?”
“My name’s Jesse,” he answered looking straight at me with those big, blue eyes and pearly white smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Sarah. I got my truck, do you need a ride?” He asked.
“Sure, but don’t take me home. I’m never going back.” Jesse laughed.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the family.”
“October 2, 2001:
Dear Diary,
I’ve been on my own for a whole 24 hours now and I’m so confused. I have no money to buy anything. I have this strange feeling that this journey will be anything but ordinary. Pray for me while I’m on this adventure. I’ll need it.”
So I’m on my own now and I think I should’ve planned this ahead. I’m turning this way, then that, not knowing where to go. I really need some support now.
This keeps happening for 4 more hours, but finally I come across a gas station. There are old guys hanging out outside of the store, wearing ripped-up, hillbilly clothes. I look at them kind of strange as I walk by. One of them talks to me.
“Hey there, little lady. The name’s Joe. Where are yous plannin on going?” This guy had long, white, curly, and tangly hair and a beard just like it to match. Mother and Father always say not to talk to strangers, but I’m not with them anymore and I make my own decisions.
“Um, I really don’t know where I’m going. I ran away and I didn’t plan ahead of time.” I answered nervously.
“Well, would ya like us to help?”
“That would be very nice, thank you.” I replied.
“You got a name?”
“Yes, my name is Sarah.”
“Sarah,” He repeated grinning and glancing at his friends, “sure is a purty name.”
“Uh, thanks…How could you help me?” I asked changing the subject, creeped out.
“Like this, Darlin‘!” Suddenly, the old guy reached out for my hand and hips and tried to pull me in closer to him. I tried my hardest to pull away, but he seemed stronger and he kept tugging at me.
I let out a loud, kind of dull scream. It wasn’t that loud because I was tugging back trying not to be touched by his dirty, filthy hands.
“Come on, Darlin’! You said you wanted me to help!” The bum tried to persuade with a creepy grin on his wrinkly, hairy, dirty face.
“What are you trying to do, you old geezer?!?”
“I’m just helping, Baby!”
Finally, I’ve tugged free and ran as fast as I could until I was so out of breath, I collapsed on the cold, hard, concrete ground. I think I ran about a mile and a half. I am so out of breath, my chest blows all the ways up every time I take a breath.
After lying on ground for probably a half hour, I find the strength to get up and going.
“Well, that was creepy. Note to self: ‘Never accept help from old, filthy guys off the street.’” I said to myself. I was so busy thinking about that, that I forgot my stuff about a minute back, where I had collapsed. I walked as fast as I could-I couldn’t run because I was so out of breath-so that no one takes my stuff. When I reached my things, thankfully, nothing is gone.
“I really wish I knew where I was headed.” I am so hungry right now, it’s not even funny. I need money! If only there was a way to get money quick and easy. Maybe I’m not too young to a small, part-time job. 12 and half is old enough, I think. Maybe I’m old enough to work on a small farm for little money. Then an extraordinary idea popped into my head! Maybe some country folk will take sympathy on me and help me out by giving me somewhere to stay and eat. Psh! Like that’ll ever happen.
Man, I am so tired right now. The hunger just makes it worse. Keeping my pace just makes my insides throb and thump hard.
“I’ve-got-to-stop-for- a while! Me needs water-and-rest!!” I grumbled sorely and fell from the concrete road to the soft, green grass and passed out.
My dream was just a dark, black area of nothingness. Out of the black nothingness came a voice. A soft, young, male voice with slight country accent.
“Miss? Hey, Miss, are you okay?” The voice said. He lightly touches my shoulder to get me awake. When my eyes open, my eyes about popped out and I thought I was still dreaming. The boy looks about 14; he has dreamy blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and slightly toned and tan body. He is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. But wait, it’s not a dream! Then when my eyes are completely wide open, the boy talks again.
“Hey.” He says in his sweet, soft voice, “Are you okay, Miss?” I think I look kind of dumb, just lying on the ground with a cute guy trying to talk to me, so I reply.
“Hey, yes I’m fine. Thanks for asking. He stands up and reaches out his hand to help me up, I take it and I’m on my feet again.
“It looks like you dropped these.” He said and kneeled down to pick up my stuff.
“Thank you. How long have you been trying to wake me?”
“For about 5 minutes tops. You kind of got me worried because it’s not every day you see a pretty girl, or any girl at that, just passed out on the side of a road. So, do you have a name?” He said I was pretty! Score!!, I shouted inside.
“Yes, my name is Sarah. What’s your name?”
“My name’s Jesse,” he answered looking straight at me with those big, blue eyes and pearly white smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Sarah. I got my truck, do you need a ride?” He asked.
“Sure, but don’t take me home. I’m never going back.” Jesse laughed.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the family.”
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