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Misty was tired. She was tired of it all, of her dad telling her what a waste of time she was, or her older sister always bringing in her dates and showing them off to her like a prize trophy she could never have, and then telling them she was too worthless, too unworthy to have one of her own. She was mostly tired of the life she had, of always being second best to her sister, and never getting enough money to afford new clothes, while her sister, Mary, bought them like crazy. Maybe that's why Misty didn't have a boyfriend, the shapeless hand-me-downs ,(that she got from her sister , and were too big for her,) they covered her slender figure and made it unworthy,too. The only thing a person really noticed about her were her big, unbelievably sad , green eyes, and the fact that maybe she was a little too skinny for her own good, ( but that was due to the shapeless outfits.)
But then one day, Misty decided that she was just way too sick and tired of it all, and she made the biggest mistake of her life, she ran away. Now some of you may think that this isn't such a big deal, that kids run away all the time and come back later, maybe even in the same day or week, but Misty ran away for good. She was only fifteen.
"Good-bye shithole," she said as she dragged her suitcase , full of crackers and meats that she had stolen from the fridge, that she wasnt 'allowed to have because she wasn't good enough', and was fed tuna everyday, and various 'good' clothes she had also stolen from her sisters room, and one of her dresses. She looked at her broken down house , and this time,she not only flipped it off, but got a good look at her dad laughing in the living room window, sitting on that cheap chair as always, and listening to the radio. he peered out the window once, and she was afraid he had seen her, but he gave no recognization of it, and ocntnued to stuff his fat face with chicken wings and hamburgers. Misty sighed and hummed her way merrily towards the bus stop, not knowing that destiny was urging her to go back, or that death was lurking somewhere nearby, just nudging her on her way, towards his goal for the time being.
Misty got on the #7 bus, the bus out of this state, and into the next. She gave the driver a twenty, ( complements of her sister's cash drawer,) and sat way in the back, so she could enjoy her freedom alone. She looked out the window to see her house pass by, and then, four hours later, Kansas. Misty smiled lazily, and , saying to herself, " Why,ToTo, i do believe we're not in Kansas anymore.." and laid her head down to sleep.

Misty woke up with a start, her eyes still foggy from her sleep. It was dark, and she couldn't see anything, just a faint humming from the bus as it sped down the highway. Misty gazed around.....something was wrong...... She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was......off. Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the darkness, but she got up anyway, and carefully stepped over her suitcase,and around whoever was sleeping across from her. She picked her way to the front of the bus, carefully as to not wake someone up, and tapped the busdriver on the shoulder, '' 'Scuse me," She said quietly, " But where are we?" HE didn't answer,and Misty grew irritated, " Hey," she said, tapping his shoulder again, " I'm talking to....." THen she saw what was wrong, as her eyes grew wide in absolute horror, the bus driver was dead. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, " No, not dead........just, " she spoke aloud, and peered closer at him ," Sleeping?" She saw his chest rise anf all in a gentle ryhythm. " Sleeping?" she repeated again. She poked him, ' Hey, wake up...." He didn't wake. She looked out at the speeing road, and at down at his foot, " Oh," she said, 'Cruise..." The road ahead was straight, but Misty assumed it had to turn somewhere, and that would be bad if he was still sleeping. Misty panicked and poked him again, but harder, ' Hey!" she screamed," WAKE UP!" She was about to poke him, but this time, with a vengeance, when a voice popped out somewhere behind her, " He wont wake," the voice , male, Misty assumed, said, " He's sleeping." Misty turned around and glared at whoever was talking, but all she saw was darkness, and sleeping forms. "Look," Misty growled, looking for the lightswitch, " I know he's sleeping, you Idiot, I was trying to wake him up before we turn into a bus pan-cake.....Aha!," she yelled when she found the switch,and blinding light turned on. She expected the sleeping people to wake up yelling at her, but just as well, the bus driver would have woken up too, but he didn't, no one did. She growled, " What the hell's going on????!!!" THis time she saw the boy before he spoke again ," DOnt worry about them, just worry about yourself, because ,this time, Death's going to give you a way out..." Misty glared at the boy in front of her, standing at least a head taller then her, with blue-black hair and menacing-looking dark eyes, " Look, Freak, whoever you are, I come form a very hard-core family, i could whoop your--"
" I know, Misty," the boy cut her off, " I know all about your drunkard father and whore sister who never appreciate you, who say you'll never make somthing out of yourself,well, here's your chance."
Misty glared at him suspiciously, ' My chance to what?"
" TO save all these people," the boy said, " To save yourself......."