The Wild Ones

not sure if this is a story or a book-to-be.

I stepped into the chilly water with a tanktop and shorts, wondering what I was going to do with my life. The water felt more like ice as I waded in up to my waist. I ran away from home yesterday after a final raging fight with my aunt. She had sort of taken care of me since my parents went their own separate ways, and she didn't exactly like it. But neither did I; we couldn't stand eachother so we finally agreed to take care of ourselves and just ourselves. That was a MAJOR first. The only remaining issue was space- I was too young to move out. But I did anyways. I wasn't going to take my chances in town because everybody knew me and my aunt.

   I was an only child of fifteen years, and yesterday I made what was possibly the biggest decision of my life. I hoped it had lots of lucky streaks.

   I finished "bathing" and slung my bookbag over my shoulder, then started jogging downstream. Nothing to be excited about; It was just what you'd expect on a perfect spring morning in the woods. Everything was either a dark, mucky brown or lush green. The sky was just waking up, smeared with thin, wispy clouds and still regaining its color. I stooped to jog under a twiggy branch, but it snagged my hair. There's one bad omen. I freed myself and slowed to a walk, humming a song that had been stuck in my head for the past week. I wasn't sure where the stram would lead to- maybe a lake or even another river, if it didn't just continue downward to the ocean or something. As long as I hit a gas station along the way. I left in a hurry and stuffed cash in my bag instead of food. Not very smart, when you're in the middle of nowhere.

   I  walked for what felt like hours, but the sun was hardly up from its bed behind the edge of the sky. I slowed down even more, my legs and back beginning to ache. Mosquitoes were oddly favoring my feet, so I did what they do in every survival story I knew of, and caked them with mud. My mind kept wandering back to all those fights with Auntie, but I didn't regret any of them. Except for the last one, maybe. I wasn't so sure yet.

   I'd heard plenty of nasty stories about what could happen to you if you drink lakewater, so despite feeling dehydrated, I didn't refill  my water bottle. It was finally midday so I celebrated with a snack consisting of an apple. I nibbled it down to the core before it could turn brown, the flung it somewhere. It smacked a tree and fell to the ground in chunks. Since obviously there wasn't a gas station around, I pulled on my gigantic hoodie and curled up on a lucky spot of moss for a nap. I guess my luck had changed already because it felt better than my bed at home.

Author's Note

rough draft. Comments and crit is encouraged!!!