Hortor,+FL

Scott Stewart ¾ b    Hortore, FL    By: Scott Stewart As I ran away, I thought,”//why run?”// Then I heard it. The worst word ever said to me had just slipped out of Billy’s mouth. Then I remembered. I remembered why to run, why to hide. I had to get away from all this nonsense. But I stopped, I don’t know why, I just stopped. Then, I got an idea. Not just an idea, a great idea. I had stopped near the city border I am a monster when I get mad, you don’t want to get me mad. I turned around and saw a sign. It was the sign to my hometown. On it clearly read Hortore//, Florida (pop. 9,562).// I tugged on the sign; it was loose. Out of anger, I decided to pull it down. With all my strength, I pulled the sign off its post. Behind it, I saw my shabby city, with all of its abandoned houses and criminals running loose. I saw the outline of the tallest building in town, only 3 stories high, in the June sunset. //Raymond//, I thought to myself, //this is your life, so go live it the way you want to live it//. I drove all the way down to Miami. When I arrived, I headed directly to the Fitness Center. The trainer told me to start on the treadmill. Then, I should go to the swimming pool and jumping areas. By the end of a very long day, I had lost 50 pound. The trainer told me, “Wow! 50 pounds? I’ve never known anyone to have lost lost 50 pounds in one day. Congratulations, Raymond!” The next day I went to the Hortore town gym, one of two buildings that actually looked proper in my city. It was painted white and had a triangle shape with a flat roof. When I stepped inside, I noticed how beautifully it was designed. It had 2 rooms, each one to train different things. The first room was an aerobics room; the second was the weight lifting room. The trainer told me to start in the upper body strength area. I found it in the weight lifting room; it was better than the aerobics area and filled with weights. By the end of the day I had lost another 10 pounds. But now I know, I know exactly what to do. I packed my supplies and left. As I ran I thought I’ll show Billy, ill show him what is right. Then I spotted him eating an Angus 1/3 pounder at McDonalds. I walked up to him and said, “Fatty. “  He replied “well, at least I am not anorexic.” “What?” I blurted “a few days ago you called **//me//** a fatty. So I lost 60 pounds.” “Losing 60 pounds in two days is not healthy,” Billy said “and I called Timmy a fatty as you were running by. I am surprised you are still alive, you have been anorexic since 3rd grade.” **“WHAT?”** I yelled “Here I’ll buy you a half pounder,” Billy offered. “//Why not,”// I thought and accepted his offer. Now I have been treated for anorexia. Billy was the only one who has stopped me from turning into a monster. He has stopped me many times now, and he is my best friend.