Back to my Prison

Sep 19, 2004 20:11

So I moved to Salem OR, I lived in a tweaker condo, made some friends, mostly we just saw the drug dealers get into fights and the cops come next door almost once every week. I lived right next to everything.
Mostly everyone did crystal meth and such, not many pot smokers and the skate parks were always dead.
The City was gorgous though, plenty to see downtown and shops.
We all lived on hot dogs.
A whole month went by and then Uncle Steve decided it was to expensive to have me there, (even though he made a promise I would be living there no matter what) and he sent me back. But that didnt seperate Will and I, we begged and pleaded for him to be able to come and live with me, we almost packed all our things and ran away but finally his family gave in and we went back to Redding togeather.
Being back is strange, I thought I was leaving this place forever. Things always happen how you least expect it to.

Back to my prison, back to a awesome school, back to my old friends. I can finally be able to decorate a room now. I think for half a year I had my things all packed away in suitcases.

By the way, it was so awesome to see Will again for the first time in Salem. Magical.
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