Journey

As I slowly talked with a friend, I realized I was in a rut. I didn't know what to do. I was going insane. Nothing accomplished all weekend, and then it struck us. Let us meet at Brinker Elementary School. The perfect medium between our houses. The journey had commenced. It was now 1 AM. As I walked swiftly down Spring Creek, I felt very noticeable by anything with eyes. I felt as if at any give moment I would have to bolt down into the creek or into the woods. As I got to the middle of the bridge on Spring Creek, right before the light, I was in a dead stop as on the other side of the road storms a nightmare. Cop. After he had passed the light, I ran as if my life depended on it. I got to the light took a sharp left and continued running. As I got midway down this street, there was a field separating me and the cop that had u-turned. He was looking for blood. He was thirsty. He raced by the light in disappointment knowing that I was gone. I turned left on to Willowbend and could not help myself from constantly looking back. The first block I came to, a Scion xB turned out onto the street and my heart stopped. I knew at this moment in time that I had to play it safe. I weaved in and out of houses and alleys. As I neared the elementary school, I texted Davis telling him I was close. He said he was as well. We then arrived at about the same time. It was about 1:25 at this point. We pondered if we would be soon departing to wherever it was we were headed. We talked about what was on our minds then we decided that we would head to Wal-Mart, the one 4 miles away from my house thus meaning an extra long walk home for me. We had left at 2:08. Walking against wind was murder on your face. We travelled down Parkwood in the alley ways. The safest way we knew. We had made it to the park near Davis's house. We were very close to Wal-Mart now. Target was next to us. If we had the choice, we would have gone to Target, but they are not 24-hour. We crept through the parking lot of Wal-Mart hoping no cops would be sitting there feasting on a donut. We scanned the aisles looking for what we were craving. Food. I had picked up 3 packs of gum and a box of Strawberry Shortcake Rolls. Davis chose the bean dip and chips. We checked out and the cashier looked at us with a strange expression. She thought we were high. We walked around to a crevice that blocked the wind and contained random shopping carts and we feasted. As the march of the cart wranglers came out with their hip hop beats blasting from a car, we had decided we should head back. Walking down the streets of the Willowbend neighborhood, we thought if we get caught, we get caught together. We were set on a lot of things, but our mind had one thing etched into it. Sleep. It was surprising how little it would take to tire someone out. I had relaxed for about 5 minutes at his house. I then continued on my journey home. 3:33 AM. It was a death sentence. I had made a wrong turn and gotten lost in the riches of Plano. I was terrified. Nobody was up and awake for me to talk to. I walked this one alone. After about 45 minutes of wandering I made it to the corner of Parker and WIllowbend. I knew I was safe. I was home. But not yet. I had to walk down WIllowbend for the second time. As I neared the same spot where I had seen the Scion xB, I felt reassured that I could see my apartments now. Still, I wasn't safe. Headlight approached. They slowed in the dead silence of the night. As I neared the 8 foot fence, I swore to god that if he let me survive this cop, that I would be forever grateful. The cop had turned onto this street with his lights asphyxiated on me, I sprang into action as I flipped over the top of the fence tumbling into an all out spring for the alley. I knew someone had called the cops on me for lurking around in the night. I stuck to the alleys until there was no more alley left. I knew that I had to jump this fence to a very dangerous road. A road with nowhere to hide. A quiet road. I was hoping that this cop had not seen me spring over the wall like a kangaroo and would not u-turn. Every 2 seconds I was looking behind me for any sign of disturbance in the dark. Nothing. Then a car slowly strides down Spring Creek where I had seen my first cop. In a relief I see that it is just a normal car. As I sprinted across Spring Creek into the apartments of Creekside, I look for this gate like opening. Its locked. But only with a flimsy wire around the top. I slid it off and opened the gate. I then placed the wire back onto its rightful place. I had come up with a different plan. I would not walk down Spring Creek. I would walk through the coyote infested forest. The coyotes were nothing in comparison to the cops. I raced through the forest tripping on a log eating leaves on the dirty ground. I was not going to look back to see if the coyotes were after me. I stood up and as I brushed the leaves from myself, I began to another sprint. I jumped the waterfall and ran to my door. I was finally here and hoping no one had made any differences in the house hold. As I quietly unlocked and opened the door, I checked to see if the once closed door was still shut. It wasn't. This was a sign that somebody had gotten up and opened it but not checked on me. I was in the clear. i had survived this journey. I loved the thrill of the night but I also feared for my life with my parents finding out. The night was a success. Complete without flaw.