Ever since I was a little boy I saw myself traveling the world. I had a strong desire to discover places I have never heard of before. Exploring cultures and their secrets. An urge to learn from people who have experienced love, pain, hope, and happiness. I had the drive to concur the world. Yet, my story turned out to be very different and every single night, when I look up to the stars, I wonder, if my dreams fooled my senses of reality all along.
"Sam! what are you doing, man!
"Just grab the bag and come!"
I was afraid. That's not me, I thought. I saw Sam running of into the distance. I launched for the bag and ran as fast as I could. After a few blocks of running, I heard Sam shouting.
"What took you so long!"
As I walked slowly towards him, he was smiling and said calmly.
"That is something you don't feel everyday, huh?"
"No, but what if they catch us?" I replied curiously.
"Don't worry about that, it's not the first time I have done that and guess what? Here I am."
I knew it wasn't right, but I can't lie. I felt.. free.
"We better head home. We shouldn't be around here now." I said.
Sam looked confused and it seemed like he couldn't understand what I was worried about. He took his backpack and walked off.
"Don't worry too much about it. I'll catch up with you tomorrow, okay?
"Sounds good."
Sam was my best friend. He had something about him that made me want to be around him. I suppose it was his fearlessness. When he wanted something, he went out there and got it. He never asked twice. He was very different from myself, but I guess that was what made it so interesting.
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