The Story That Began on East Second Street
This is a non-furry story (???) that I wrote when i was 14. It's pretty much a intro to a story. If thi gets enough praise, I can start to develop chapters, and even add a little furtastic elements to it. :3
There was nothing unfamiliar about that crisp, winter night. The trees made familiar rustling noises as the cool air flew by. The path down the road was lit by the dim poarch lights. The dark night was illuminated by faintly scattared stars.
I remember it all like it was yesterday, when we first moved here. We moved out stuff from an old apartment to the antique that is my house. I was around five at the time, and was excited for the change into a new place to call my home.
Now, I look back at that old place as a distant memory. I needed to forget the past, and begin a new future. I knew when the time was ready, and I knew how to prepare for it.
In my bag, it held as much as it could take: bottles of water, some canned fruits, a can opener (duh), a GPS, $465.17 from the old summer job, a fake I.D., a battery packet, a camera, a single bladed knife, some clothes, a light jacket, cell phone, and a small photo of me and my family. I wanted to leave the past behind, but not all of it.
As I continued down the road, I was certain that it was going to get rough and bumpy. I never wanted to travel down it, let alone travel by myself, but I have my reasons now. Nothing is going to keep me back...Nothing.......