I’ve been listening to Weezer a lot very recently. “Hash Pipe” originally inspired me to this.
EDIT: I really want to revise this, but before that happens I think a second part may actually make an appearance. But I will revise it.
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Sam opened the window. He opened it wide. There had been slamming doors, and yelling. There was anger. There was crying. There were broken objects on the floor. The door was locked. There was a pounding. He grabbed his brown jacket off the bed and slipped out into the night.
The air outside was chilly. He went to the side of the house and got his bike, mounted it, then rode off fast. He didn’t want his parents to be able to get him. He sensed that they would know he bailed at some point. They could open the door, even if it was locked; there was a key. So he wanted to get out fast. He hadn’t closed the window.
He rode down street after street, knowing the town even after dark. He didn’t think much about curfew, but thought to avoid cop cars. He rode down to the park, thinking originally of that being a destination, but then he just rode past. The riding itself eased him. But he still wasn’t going to go back home. He was set on not being there at the moment. He wanted to get away.
He thought of a place he had heard of before. There was a town some distance northwest of the one he was in. It was pretty far: too far to ride his bike. He wanted to go there. He wanted to get away, and think. So, next he rode to the train station.
He had money. He locked up his bike nearby, then bought a ticket to the northwestern town. The train wasn’t due for nearly an hour. He sat in the train station, hunched forward in his chair with his hands together in his lap. He was confused about how he was feeling. He tried to think.
Nearby to him was a small group of people, two pretty girls, about his age, and a guy, all wearing black with black hair. One girl was wearing boots with fishnet stockings and a short skirt. She had on a small, black leather jacket, and her hair came down just past her shoulders. She was seated, leaning forward onto her knees. Standing before her was the guy, with short spiky hair and a different-looking black leather jacket, one with lots of zippers attached. He wore regular blue jeans. The second girl was leaning against the wall beside the chair in which the first girl sat. She had shorter hair than the other girl, with white ends, and wore boots, but with shorts and no stockings. She had on a black sweatshirt.
He watched them. The girl who was sitting saw Sam, and looked up at the guy. She appeared to say something, then looked back at Sam. He glanced away. After a few moments, he glanced back up, and she was still looking. She stood, and went over to Sam, alone. “Hi,” she said, cheerfully. She sat down next to him, and leaned back in the chair. “Where you headed?”
He told her.
“Hm. How come?”
He looked down at the floor, and sighed. “Just an idea.”
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“Sam.”
“I’m Jessica.” She turned to her companions and called them over with a wave. They walked over slowly.
“This is Brent,” she began, motioning. The guy remained silent. “And this is Trista.”
The second girl nodded her head and smiled. “Hey,” she greeted. Then she took a cigarette from her pocket and put it to her lips. “You got a light?”
“Uh…” Sam replied.
“Here,” the guy took out a lighter and lit the end of the cigarette she held in her lips. She took a long puff and blew out the smoke, disregarding the “No Smoking” sign.
The guy put the lighter away in his pocket, and Sam caught a glimpse of a small plastic bag before it was shoved back in. “Jess, c’mon,”
“Hang on a sec.” She turned back to Sam, leaning closer to him. He noticed her black lipstick. “So, Sam, anything really there for you where you’re headed?”
Sam looked back down at the floor for a moment, then replied, slowly, “I guess not…” He looked back up at the girl.
“Why don’t you come with us?” She looked back at her friends; the guy rolled his eyes, the other girl did nothing.
“Ummm…”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” She smiled at him.
Sam thought a moment. He was dazed, as if he was somewhat disconnected with everything outside of his mind. He was tired. He tried to think about the decision, but his proper thoughts were interrupted. He couldn’t see both sides of the choice clearly. Finally, he looked back up at the girl…
The train that the three were getting on pulled into the station. Sam was able to exchange his ticket, and he got on the train along with them. They all found seats and sat down. As the train pulled back out of the station, Sam gazed out the window, thinking about what he was doing, about not going to the northwestern town, about taking the whim of going with these strangers whom he had hardly even met. He thought as he sat, and the train whistled as it went along the track.
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What genre is this?
