Here is the first few paragraphs tothe story i just started a little while ago. Enjoy! By the way, I am not twenty-eight, only thirteen.  
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  Gladewater, Texas, was the town in which I was raised. It has little or nothing to see unless you happen to like antiques. Main Street runs right through the middle of town and along its sidewalks are various antique shops and people looming about aimlessly browsing them. Gladewater, as far as I know, never even got a McDonald’s to call its own. The reason for saying ‘as far as I know,’ will be revealed later on the story.
  Going from door to door, collecting money and puny little tips while doling out pizzas for Pizza Hut wasn’t my gig. Here’s how it ended:
  I had just finished making the night’s deliveries when I walked in to punch the clock at about eleven P.M. The eighteen-year-old boss, who was some eight years younger than I, was anxiously awaiting my arrival at the door, and his was the first face I saw when I walked in. He had a frown on his face and he immediately spat, “You’re fired.” I could have beaten the living crap out of him, but I didn’t even question him; I was tired of this ratty old job. I took off the red, grease-stained visor and threw it at his feet and without saying a word, turned on my heel and walked out.
  I went home and gathered up some clothes in my father’s old suitcase, threw them in the back of my old Corvette and stole off into the night with only a few changes of clothes and two thousand eighty-four dollars, my life savings.
  I took highway two seventy-one out of town and took I-20 east, not having a clue where I was going or where the road would lead me. I left that small town in the dust and never looked back.
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