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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:24 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:32 am
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![User Image](https://i864.photobucket.com/albums/ab205/heather030595/boy1.jpg) Griffith looked to Raven and shoke his head. "This won't take long. I'll be back in a flash." he says, exiting the car and walking up to his house. He opened the front door, it was never locked, and went to his room. He grabbed a backpack and stuffit with clothes, maps, and anything else he thought they might need. He went to the kitchen and, not knowing why we cared to do so, checked to make sure his father had enough food for a little while. Once he had everything, he left a note on the fridge to his father: Dad, I'm finally taking charge of my life. I'm done with you and this place. Don't come to look for me, even though I know you won't. I've gone far away from this place. Try to stop the drinking and get a job. You'll be fine without me. ~GriffithHe read over the note, and, deciding it was believeable, left the house, closing the door behind him. He walked back to the car and got in. "Alright. Where to next?" he asks.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 5:59 pm
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"Yeah, sure whatever. My brothers might be hanging out." Kyle sulkily opened the door and got out of the car, motioning Aubrey to follow. He walked into the garage and opened the unlocked door there. He was treated by a massive mutt running full speed form across the house to collide into him, spreading loose fuzz onto the already covered carpet. Kyle pushed the retriever back. "Get down, stupid dog." He turned to Aubrey. "You can hang out for awhile while I pack my stuff. If anyone's home, they'll be down in the basement." Kyle sulked away to his room and started to pack the things he needed. Cell phone. Mp3. Wallet. Laptop. Put back the laptop. (To easy to trace) Repack laptop. (Trade for a new one?) Deoderent. Glance at scrapbook full of childhood memories. Burst out laughing at last one. (Too heavy) Anything else? Shoes. Underpants. Toothbrush, floss, toothpaste. Comb. Life's savings ($300) Not much. Ugly but highly expensive sweater aunt Jessie bought. (to sell) Kyle looked around his happy room. He couldn't say he was sorry to leave it, since his mom decorated it. Shoot, what would he tell her? He grabbed a notepad.
Mom. Going out of town with friends for a few days. Emegency. Dad called. Going to his place for awhile. I'm going to go get some tattoos and piercing all over my body.
Love you. I'll call you later. -Kyle
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