we can go anywhere

[savannah owens]

we got that open highway
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Vee only came to the park for one reason and that was for the playground. She loved to swing and would do it for hours if she could. It was the closet thing she had ever felt to flying; soaring on through the sky like a bird on a warm sunny afternoon. She also adored the little children who were always jumping off the monkey bars or daring to adventure into the tall grass to find odd bugs. Deep down she was such a child, but with a mature body. A mature body she didn't really want. Honestly, who wanted to grow up? Vee had never ever wanted to. She loved the care free attitude and how easily you got away with things. When your older you get responsibilities and she didn't want those. That meant seriousness, hard work and no play. Savannah was all about play. Being older also meant she'd have to make choices for herself and sometimes she didn't always make the best.

Hurriedly Vee tugged on her sneakers, fumbling with the shoe laces. Screams could be heard thumping through the wall from the neighboring room. Her sisters were at it again. They were always rivals, talking behind one another's back and such. Never made much sense considering they were all supposed to be friends. Isn't that what sisters were? You best friends? Defiantly not in this case. Once she was finished she hopped off her bed her shoes now tied and she was ready to go. She slammed the door shut hoping it'd get their attention and break up the conflict for a few moments but it only made the rage worse. Downstairs sat her parents on worn wooden seats in front of the kitchen table. Her father was reading the newspaper and her mother looked terribly wary, her hands folded in front of her a top the table. Vee tumbled on out the door muttering a goodbye and of course her parents reminded her of the curfew. She rolled her eyes, why did they insist on telling her this? She wasn't like her stupid sisters. She knew when to be home and its not like she was going to spend her whole day at the park. It was only noon.

Savannah walked the whole way to North Head Park. It was about a ten minute jog from her house and the weather was mild. It looked as if it could possibly rain but that wasn't going to ruin her parade. Oh no, nothing could ever bring her down. She skipped along the side walk eager to get to her destination. When the slides and other toys came into view she broke into a run then slowing once she reached the swings. She picked her favorite, the one she always used even since she was little. It was the swing her and Tavish used to push each other on. This swing held a lot of memories. Then again the whole town did. Everywhere she turned something reminded her of him and she couldn't help but feel weird. She collapsed onto the old swing and winced at the creak of the ancient metal. Poor thing had been through so much. Her sneakers dug up mulch as she kicked off and sent herself into the air. "blast off!" she sputtered to the open, dreary sky

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[sebastian baker.]

step out the front door
like a ghost into the fog
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Shoving his gray socked feet into the beaten converse, the senior fubled throught the closet pulling out his gray jacket. Finished putting one shoe on, he began work on the other while pushing his arms through the sleeves of his jacket, covering his body and zipping it up the front. Tav felt his butt pocket, wallet? Check. Shoes? Check. Pants? Check. Underwear? Check. Okay, he had the essentials, atleast he thought so. Shuffling from the hallway into the small kitchen, the eighteen year old peered around before spotting the old woman working away at the stove.

Tavish: Grammie? I'm going out.
Gram: What?
Tavish: I. Am. Going. Outside.
Gram: What? Why did you put your sandwhich in the washing machine?
Tavish: Bye.

Shutting the door behind him, Tavish stuffed his hands into his pocket before jogging down the wooden steps of his grandmother's front porch. It was one of the older houses on the island, I mean, it had to be. Old Mr. Hartkey had built it for him and his wife, and the old woman still lived there. It wasn't big by any means, one storeyed, with a kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms, more of a tourist cottage really. And it looked liked one, taken straight out of a travel brouchure. His feet made the usual pat on the ground as he walked, not really sure where he was heading, spotting the bakery coming into view he decided to go there. A few minutes later, the boy opened the door of the store, stepping outside with a brown paper bag of cookies in his hand, and one shoved in his mouth. Yum. Now where? Shrugging to himself, the boy loitered around the front of Woodward Bakery for a few minutes before turning left and heading towards the north end of the island. He was planning on maybe going to the cliffs, he liked it here. It was his thinking spot, hard to believe, I know. But yes, Tavish did have the capability to think. He was a thoughtful one anyway, and he simply liked contemplating.

North head park was just on the side of the island, giving a perfect view of the ocean for the parents as their children played and screamed. Blue optics were plastered on the view before he spotted something red, moving up and down, back and forth. He unglazed his eyes and focoused it on the movement, realizing who it was. Vee. A smile found it's way across his face as he changed his direction and headed for the entrance of the playground, walking towards the girl. Tavish stood a few feet in front of her, away from the danger of being kicked, "Want a push?" His eyes wandered from teh redhead to the bag in his hand, taking out another cookie and stuffing it in his mouth.

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[savannah owens]

we got that open highway
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She hadn't noticed Tavish coming her way. Ironic how that happens. You're thinking about someone and then all of a sudden they magically appear. It was exactly what Savannah was experiencing. One minute she was seeing the sky, the mulch and then instead of the other scenery she got Tavish holding a brown paper bag looking adorably smitten. "yes please" she answered her gaze glued to him. She was intently watching how he devoured each cookie he had like he was still four years old. The crumbs were dribbling down his chin and pooling upon his shirt. She wanted to tell him that he had a little somethin somethin but didn't bother.

Vee continued to swing, her feet didn't even touch the ground unless she scooted forward a little so she was slowly coming to a stop. Some children ran over and tackled the swings to her right and it caused her to laugh. They were so cute, so young and so innocent. Little kids warmed her heart. Unless they were evil little brats and threw things at your head. Kinda like her sisters did and thats pathetic because they were all teenagers. God could you imagine all those teenage girls in one household? It's madness everyday and over the most smallest of things. So and so stole her hair brush or she took her lip gloss stick and what not. She stole my boyfriend, she screwed the dude i really liked blah blah blah. On and on they would gossip about each other all because of something that wouldn't matter three weeks from now. Savannah observed him again "can i have a cookie? "

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[sebastian baker.]

step out the front door
like a ghost into the fog
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Grammie often compared her grand son to a vaccum cleaner, because, well, he was like one. No, the boy did not clean things, actually it often looked like a tornadoe blew threw kansas whenever he was done working in a room. What the older woman was talking about was how he scarfed down any food like some starving african child. He'd just suck it up it record speed, never choking on it. It really was a talent. Yes, it was. "Okay!" Stuffing his hand into the paper bag he pulled out another cookie, putting it in his mouth and dusting his crumb covered hands on his jeans as he made a detour behind her.

Tavish liked kids, kids didn't like Tavish. It was a pretty simple concept, but he could never understand what he had done wrong. One blonde kid looked up from the swing to the senior, screaming something along the lines of booger butt before kicking sand at him and running away. Okay then. He was highly offended by that, obviously. The boy's hands went down to grab the sides of the swings, resting slightly on Vannuh's hips as he tugged her back. Most guys would've taken this as a chance to get their hands all over her, but that was the last thing on his mind. He was about as innocent as your six year old cousin. Tavish still had the cookie in his mouth and leaned in towards her, just at her cheek. "Heoh." Which meant here, just so you know.

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