Narrative: Final Paper

Running Away

I never knew consequences could be this bad, and those couple months of fun weren’t worth this hell hole. I never thought I would end up in a place like this, as a matter of fact, I don’t think I was even thinking at all.
I knew I would get caught, eventually anyway. Running from probation really seems to tick them off. My probation officer would come collecting those three hundred hours sooner of later, so I was gone. I got all my things together and called a friend for a ride. I knew someone who had offered help and all I need was a little push. So there I was, moving into Robert Bautista’s house. To me this much freedom was only possible in dreams and fantasies. I had wings again, and nobody could ever take them away. Moving in with him was like Christmas morning, waking up to a strong scent of bacon that would only glue me to the kitchen floor. No yelling, no arguing, only a smooth running family. It was surreal, I pinched my self and nothing but a sting. I knew it. The bacon was too crispy anyways.
Time went by, and life couldn’t have been better. Most of my friends were still going to school, so I spent most mornings trying to entertain myself. One day while watching television something called my attention. Roberts skateboard, having an eternity to practice till everyone got home. I found myself waking in the mornings trying to figure out how to stop face planting the stairs.
Nights were fun, as school got out the whole world came over. It was like a down town bus stop. People were picked up and dropped off every second of the night. I had always told my self that I would never do drugs, and eventually the opportunity came up. It was late, everyone had vanished but the kids that planned to stay over. Rocky was his name, one of the biggest stoners. I didn’t have to think twice if I wanted to try it, so I took that hit. Everything started to slow down, the lights were beautiful and the music made me feel alive. It took me a while to realize that I had been sitting in the same spot for about two hours. But up to this day, I can still swear that Bob Marley poster was talking to me. My body was full of feelings I had never experienced before, all my problems had drifted away and at the moment nothing really mattered.
After a couple of months, things started to get old. I was still having fun, but I still had weight on my back. I tried forgetting, but no matter what it was still in the back of my mind. The door bell would keep ringing, until someone opened the door. That day came, I promised my self I wouldn’t cry, but they had been like a second family, better than my own. I had opened the door, and somehow I felt a lot better.
In the end I discovered it wasn’t really worth it. There is much more to life than fun and friends, and there’re many things that can blind you and prevent you from seeing that. You have to know your priorities, what really matters to you. Problems will never fade away, and they’re something you can’t get away from. Where ever you go they will follow, until you turn and confront them.

By EDDIE