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of the van. If I didn’t get out soon, the man would see me, and I had no clue how to explain my current situation. I opened the doors to the bright light of the sun shining on a small plumbing store. The air was cool, and I could smell salt water. The van was parked in a small driveway, and I quickly jumped out before quietly shutting the van doors and walking out into the street. I turned around. I realized that I had no clue of my exact location, nor how I would get to Blue Lane. “Excuse me sir,” I choked out. The man who had been driving the van turned around. He was old, around his mid sixties I assumed, and looked as though he was exhausted. He glared down at my with irritated annoyance and waited for my question. “Do you know where Blue Lane is?” The man seemed to be puzzled by my question, but didn’t seem to notice that I had come from the back of his van. “Why?” He responded in a rough, miffed voice. “Well, my friend lives there, and I’m new here. I need to get to her house, and uh,” I struggled to come up with a realistic back story. I couldn’t simply tell the man that I had escaped a laboratory, walked to New York City, hitched a ride in the back of his van, and now needed to get to the house of some girl that might not even exist. “My mom dropped me off, she thought this was the right road I guess, and now I’m lost.” God I’m terrible at lying. I tried to smile. The man scoffed and told me that I was on Main Street, and that Blue Lane was a few streets over. He gave me directions, and Ariel Ayala

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Imagine - In Honor of John Lennon  

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Literary Art Magazine Pierson Middle School Sag Harbor, New York May 13, 2019