The bus ride was long and hot, and nearly drained him of what little cash he had in his backpack. He had his laptop opened up and he was trying to download the newest update of the game he had been playing last night. An alert popped up in the corner of his screen. A DM from Brat-in-the-Hat.
Hey, man, you missed last nite's game. U okay?
He sighed and began typing.
I'll be missing a lot more.
Y?
It's hard to get internet on a bus.
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I'm running away. Don't tell my social worker. Or my mom.
What the fudge, dude?
My mom was makin' out with some guy in our kitchen last nite. I don't know who he was. I'm so done.
Aww, fudge, man. Your mom's sick.
Look who's talking. Besides, it's not like I wasn't going to get out anyway.
Yeah, well, at least I don't go around makin' out with people's mom. That's too sick, even for me. He's gonna be makin' out, movin' in, then hittin' the road. Love 'em, leave 'em, take half of everything.
Shut up, Brat.
Hey, sorry, man. Just sayin'. Where're you goin'?
Yellowknife. Canada. Old friend lives there.
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Chick. Name's Charisma.
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Charisma Elanora Rale???
What the everloving fudge?! You know her???
Used to. Hey, man, I gotta go. This is my stop. TTYL
TTYL, dude.
Bye.
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