The Rules of the Road
By: Cherry Red
Mail:devilspeech@yahoo.com
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I think Key Williams belowns to me. The X-Men are marvels. Don't sue, I am
broke.
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    I flipped the radio around, trying to find the a at least one station
that played songs from Nine Inch Nails.
    So far nothing.
    A sign stood beside the highway, it read "Welcome to Omaha". I am in
Iowa now, left from Nashville last Thursday.
    I move around a lot, beginned my journey from New Orleans, Louisiana. I
don't have a real name, my real name is whatever I call myself. Don't have a
proper age, but I figured that I am roughly around 18 or 19. Don't even
remember my birthday.
    All I know is that every month, I get up change my name, history and
age. Even my attitude and accent. Then I would get into whatever car is
available and drive away.
    Don't even remember what am I running from. I just needs to run.
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    I had stopped at a motel, even a restless traveler needs to rest
sometimes.
    The girl on the counter looks up and smiled.
    "Hi, how may I help you?" She asks.
     I didn't return a smile, this is my NOW character. Hard and stiff.
    "I need a room, one n'ght only."
    "I need you to fill out this forum." The counter lady continued to
smile.
    The form was easy enough to fill out; name:Bryne Smith (not my real
name)
age:21(not my real age)
blah blah blah.
    Welcome to my life.
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    The room was nice enough. A dresser stood in the corner and a queen size
bed was placed in the middle of the room.
    Walking to the dresser, I peered at myself. Blond hair, blue eyes and
nice face.
    All a lie.
    I am a lie.
    Gee...
    I took out of my contacts, which's blue, revealing a red on black eye.
    Yes, that confirms why am I hiding.