Would you read this(not the best or finished)?
Question:
Okay im 12 but i really like this story so far, tell me what you think...
( i dont know the name of it)
I know they would be sory but then they would just go and do it again.
Thats right, my parents. You can only take so much in this little town till you want to run away, till you want to find somewhere that is new than old Jamestown, North carolina*. The picnic table loving, rollerskating town. And yes I had some good times there, watching the fireworks bloom into the sky on 4th of July and at greenwood. I also cant forget falling in love with someone who didnt feel the same about me.
"Leah! Snap out of it!" my mother screamed while i was packing my stuff to leave for somewhere; I didnt quite know where. "Leah!" she kept screaming, then silence, "Fine, then be back by 6, dinner!"
Yes, because I was really going to come back. As i stormed out the door, I started to accually think about what I was getting my self into. I accually had no idea where i was going. To a 14 year old, theres only so many options, and I was going to make a new one.
As I ran faster, making sure no one was following me, almsont not noticing the sun setting or the fast, rushing cars going by me, as if only my spirit was running in the breezy air that blew my hair back. I kept running and running until my lungs were about to burst and leave me there to die. Then, I stopped. Right in front of somewhere; a place I could call home for a while. A run-down ragedy movie theater.
This could work i thought as my feet moved me further and further into the dusty doors. I have a place to explore here for a while I thought as I stepped throught the doors of a new home. Spiders craweld out and dust lay on every inch, covering the whole place. No one will find me her, even though im still in town.
I set down my bag, full of clothes and walked around my new home. Skulls of animals? I can find something to make the floos shine again I thought. The inside was beautiful, pictures of flowers danced across the borders of the ceiling and a half-circle roof was at the ticket booth.
The only thing i needed to find was food. When you look into checking into an old movie theater, closed years ago, thats your only problem; finding food. So i went to sleep.
As i woke, there was something erie about the old movies. Like something was moving in the shadowy silent darkness. To my surprise, and screaming, there was someone, and he wasnt to friendly. He held a shotgun and was ready to shoot when he figured I was alive. I could tell by his clothes and deep stench that this was his home, and I was tresspassing.
"you move, i shoot" he whispered. I was afraid to say anything but i found my voice moved a little late.
"Why?" I choked out talking almost below a whisper. At that moment, only in a flash did I realize this was it, I hadent gotten to travel my world, I didnt even get a chance to get out of town. I was a falure, and i would die one too.
Before i could finish my thoughts, he replied
"This is my home. Why are you tresspassing?"
"No offence but this isnt ony your home. I ran away from my house and this is somewhere for me to stay. Im very sorry, I...I didnt mean-"
*= changed for purposes
haha i didnt feel like going through it and correcting spelling sorry:( yea floos is suppose to be floors
also picnic part was something that happened in my town, youd have to live here to get it
Answer:
It's good just watch you spelling, I'm 13 and i thought it was good! :)
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