Dream On.

She was 16 when she started The Walk. With a guitar on her back and $275 jammed in the part of her beat up vans, where the sole and the shoe didn't quite meet anymore. She left her note on the kitchen table while her mom was at the Mini-Mart. She walked out the door and walked away. she can't remember if she looked back, but if she did, she thought of what she was leaving, wiped her tears, and kept going. She climbed on the bus to where ever, and wished every time she saw a bird sailing away freely. Then she fell asleep, and dreamed of It over and over again.

"Cellia? Celli? Where are you hiding Celli?"
Feather was only 11, She was 15, they were playing hide and seek in the back yard of their suburban Maine home.
"Celli? Hey! i see you! No fair you can't go in the neighbors yard!"
Even in her sleep she tries to forget the rest.
"Feather? You haven't found me yet! Feather?...Feather! What are you doing? Stop, No! Felisette!"

The bus hit a bump and she was jolted awake, she shook the memories from her head and the tears from her face. Outside the window it was pitch black, she looked at her watch, 9:13, she sighed. the bus was empty except for a young girl, a little older than her. She was carrying a map and a large tote.
"Where you headed?" the girl asked, smiling tiredly. She looked at the girl, should she answer? Could she answer?
"Everywhere and Nowhere"
The girl smiled again, "You too?"
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This seems like a good place to cut off, I think this would be great it you wrote from the perspective of a charecter, give your charecter a name, someone can have "girl on bus"
I am fine with sex and violence and the like. Go!

Grrrrllll! This is really good!
Keep writing!

Dibs on the girl on the bus!

Isabelle Lions. The name ran in circles in my head. Ever since Izzy, my twin sister, died four years ago my parents have been miserable. Dad started drinking and mom just went into a depression. She never talks anymore. With my large yellow tote, well it's Izzy's but I'm using it, and a map in hand I climbed onto the bus.

A girl sat there asleep. She seemed restless, like something was wrong. Nightmare. Clarissa, Izzy's voice sounded in my head. Clarissa, what are you doing? Ever since Izzy died I'd heard her voice in my head. I don't know if it was actually her or my imagination but it sounded real. You know what it will do to them. She said in my head. I thought back to her I can't stay there. Not with what they've been doing.

When I thought this I pulled the arm of my sleeve down to cover the bruises on my arm. I knew they were also on my face but they were almost gone.

I stared out the misty window and when I looked up everyone but one person, the sleeping girl, was gone. She awoke when we hit a bump. After she glanced at her watch and looked back up I gave her a smile despite my tiredness "Where you headed?" With a shrug the girl said "Everywhere and Nowhere." I gave her another smile "You too?"

*Is this how we're supposed to do it?*

Hey This isn't the average way to write a storybook but I like it

I sat at the bus stop, waiting patiently. There were probably many others like me, runaways, trying to find themselves. I was running from a killer. No, not like that. He doesn't kill people, he kills smiles, he kills joy, he kills souls. He almost murdered mine but I ran and now I'm here, on the bus to nowhere.

"He" was my EX-boyriend, Davy aka Crazy. We had the typical story, we were dating, asked me to move in, started calling me names, finally he hit me. I waited till he had a double-shift, then took three grand from his bank account and left.

Someone sat in the seat next to me. Maybe I could find a companion to my trip to the land of the lost.

Name: Raven Tam Rose ( in honor of her sister she donned the nickname Luna.)
Age: 16
Appearance: tall, about 5"11', long black hair curled at the tips, thin but not too thin, tan (natural) skin, she wears usually black skinny jeans , black kneehigh converse with red laces, black sweatshirt with a skull, black long sleeved v-neck t-shirt with red roses stitched on the left side.

Past: she has been physically and mentally abused by both her parents since she was 5 she couldn't take it anymore so she ran away a total of 7 times not including this time. She had a twin sister named Luna who was found murdered and she feels that its her fault.

Personality: she is despite of what happened to her is a very sweet and kind person she can be very cold and malicious if you cross her wrong she will break a few bones if she needs to. She can make anyone feel happy or loved or raise their spirits just be talking to them she has no idea why but her sister always told her it was because she was such a good person and friend. She is the most loyal and trust worthy person you can meet she is always a good listener and is in a group of friends the shoulder to cry on. She is very empathetic and sympathetic.
Other: she is up for love. She always has a sketchpad, journal, her Ipod with her at all times. Shes very good at reading people. She has an amazing singing voice and can play the guitar to any song if you just name it and hum a few bars.
Contents of her bag: Packs of gum, books, sketchpads, pencils, pastels, journals, a picture of Luna and her at their 15th birthday party, 2 silver lockets one belonging to Luna one belonging to her, Ipod, 4 grand that she earned, clothes that belonged to her and Luna, a hairbrush, Lunas Cucumber Melon perfume, CD player, CDs and extra batteries.
Raven Rose
I pushed my hair out of my eyes my eyes never ceasing to move looking for them. They always found me everytime I tried to run away they always found me and dragged me back but they haven't shown up yet so maybe I have a chance to get away this time. 'They' are my parents who had physically and mentally abused me since I was 5 and I had tried to run away but they always found me. The last time they had caught me which was less then 3 weeks ago they had beaten me with a leather belt and hands and feet. I was then locked in my room with no food or water until 1 week earlier when I was nearly passing out from the lack of food. I had managed to find water because they forgot to lock my bathroom door. That, the fact that they had killed one of my dogs by hanging them and had forced me to watch, and the new bruises I sported gave me all the resolve I needed to pack my bags grab all the money I had made at least 4 grand and my sketchpads, journals, pencils, and Ipod. I smiled as the bus pulled up there was no way to stop me now. I walked onto the bus and sat next to a girl who was another run away or looked like it across from 2 others one of which had some bruises on her face. I smiled at them at least maybe I would have some company on this bus to everywhere and no where.

Oh, I guess I'll make a profile. Whoops.

Name: Clarissa Lions

Age: 16

Appearance: Clarissa has thick, long, black hair that she always twists into a bun. Parts of her hair don't fit in it and just hang around her face. Her skin is quite pale and it's more noticeable on her since she has black hair and eyes. Right now she has on a baby pink and black tank top on, Izzy's shirt, black shorts, knee high socks that are black and white striped, and baby pink . She has three bracelets on her right hand and four on the other. She has almost faded bruises on her face and noticeable bruises on her arms.

Picture:

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This but a little less depressed.

And her shoes

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Past: Four years ago Clarissa's twin sister Izzy, Isabelle, died. Ever since then her dad has started drinking and her mother went into a depression, not talking to anyone. Her father abuses her and she has the bruises and some scars to prove it. She packed up some of her things, and Izzy's things, and left while they were out.

Personality: Clarissa is a little jumpy. She's one who is wary with new people but once you gain her trust she is a kind, gentle, and loving girl who's just a little afraid. She has a brilliant smile when she uses it, she loves her sister. In fact, she even hears Izzy's voice in her head. She's not sure if it's actually her or if just her imagination though. She hides her pain from everyone.

Other: Up for love.

Clarissa Lions:

Another girl climbed onto the bus. Another runaway. She sat down across from me. I returned her smile and said knowingly "Everywhere and Nowhere?" She nodded once. Giving her another smile I said "Me too." I wrapped my arms together in a way that hid most of my bruises but I had a feeling the girl had already seen them. I noticed that she had her own bruises.

Giving another smile I said "I'm Clarissa Lions. Just call me Clarissa. And ignore the name on the bag, it's my sisters." Was Izzy said in my head. No, it still is Izzy. I thought back.

*Oh yeah, I forgot...

Contents of her tote: Pack of gum, sunglasses, hair ties, chap stick, her parents money (about four or five thousand), a picture of her and Izzy three weeks before she died, small hairbrush, camera memory card (no point in bringing a camera if you can't charge it), Library card, License, pastels and graphite pencils, her sketchpad, Wuthering Heights, hand sanitizer, Izzy's favorite Mandarin Orange scented perfume.*

Raven Rose
I smiled at Clarissa. "I'm Raven Rose. Call me Raven, Rose, or Luna." I said still smiling at her. "Nice to meet you." She said smiling back. "Same here." I said. Clarissa in a lot of ways reminded me of my sister. She was jumpy and always wary especially around new people but once she opened up she was one of the kindest people you could ever meet she never had a harsh word or a slap for someone she was always kind and patient no matter what and I loved her for it but sometimes I wish that she would just snap and beat the crap out of someone but no she never did. Me I was the exact opposite I am the one full of harsh words and slaps and kicks and punches but other then that I was the same as Luna and that meant more to me then anything that I had something in common with my sister other then our looks.

NOw there were two other girls on the bus. Clarissa Lions and Raven Rose. It scared me to think of talking to them but somehow I did.
"So...You guys have families?" I felt odd asking, i knew they were both seekers, runaways, like me, I knew they did not want to talk about their families. Asking made me feel cruel and slimy. I had a family, I had a sister, and a mom, and a dad who left and didn't come home. (Damn him and his idiotic new family. What was wrong with mine?) No one spoke for a while. I decided to keep going.
"I did, once. I had a mom, and I even had a sister. They feel so far away now. I barely had a dad, though. He left when i was six, I used to be angry, but then, I realised, he was a total jerk. I mean he didn't even smile in their wedding picture and he would go out and..."
I drifted off. Clarissa and Raven were starting to give me weird looks. Dammit! I was blabbering again, just when I was starting to make friends. I pulled out my Ipod and quickly mumbled an appology. I turned it up to the top volume and drown the rest of the world out to "Power Shack" by Fitz of Depression. F--- the world, i thought, F--- the whole damn thing.

Raven Rose
I pulled out my Ipod and turned on "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit as loud as I could drowning out the world. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the bus window mouthing along with the familiar rage filled words feeling my own anger and hatred pouring into the song. I loved this song so much it just explained the world in such simple terms.

Clarissa:

They both had their music on high. Pulling my knees close to my body I said to the silence "I had a sister." Wrapping ym arms around my knees I rested my head ontop of them "My poor poor sister." I didn't want to think about how she died by the the thoughts invaded my mind. My father bursting in our shared room, angry and drunk.

He began yelling and then he started hiting me for no reason I knew of. Izzy tried stopping him. She did everything he could. He grabbed her throat and slammed her against the wall. I attacked him, screaming my head off for him to stop. He struck me so hard across the face I fell to the floor. And then she went limp. The funeral was three days after that.

I felt a tear run down my cheek. Izzy said inside my head Don't think about it honey. Don't think about it.

Raven
I turned my head and saw Clarissa with her knees close to her body and her head on top of them. I saw to my surprise a tear run down her cheek and I put an arm around her. She looked at me surprised and I smiled gently at her. She continued to cry silently her body shaking with sobs I could not hear. I just continued to hug her holding her as she cried.
"It's alright. It's alright." I soothed quietly still holding her.

Name: Devin Smith

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: He is tall, 6'1'' and muscular. He is also very attractive, and has perfect teeth.

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Personality: He's a great guy. He tries to be nice to everyone, and doesn't judge. He also is always there when you need him, and is very loyal. He has a kind word about everyone, and doesn't gossip at all. He is a bit of a ladies man, and can't resist flirting. Until, that is, he gets a girlfriend. He absolutely will not flirt once he has a girlfriend.

History: His parents were both rich, well respected businessmen who wanted Devin to follow in suit. He, though, had a passion for football. He played on his high school team, and was the quarterback. He soon became a school hero. But his grades began to drop. His parents took him out of regular school and were going to home school him to pull his grades up. He didn't want that, so he ran away. He is just going as far away from his home as possible. He has a suitcase, $3000 dollars, and his guitar in a case.

Up for Love: Definitely

Other: He sings, a secret even his parents don't know, and plays guitar well.

Devin

The bus pulls up at the station, and I get on.

"Whats up dudes?" I ask laughing as I get on. I realize they are all girls. "I mean, dudettes. Very attractive dudettes." I laugh some more. None of these chics look like they are up for laughing.

"Who are you?" A girl with long, black hair asks. She looks like she has been crying.

"Why, me? I'm Devin Smith. And what would your name be?" I grin.

"Clarissa." She says. I go and sit down in the isle seat opposite where she and another girl sit.

"Well, it's very nice to meat you." I hold out my hand to shake hers, but she just looks at it until I drop my hand.

"I'm Raven." The girl sitting next to her said.

"Well, it's nice to know I won't be alone on this bus. Now where are you girls going? Me? I'm just going away."