Creative Writing: Single Parent Home

I thought this was supposed to be a hour ride and it's been four hours. It was the third day of summer and Ozzy had been placed on the bus that went to Lorenzo's summer camp for the troubled youth, their mother thinking it was the better option they had received in court. Ozzy wasn't a bad kid, he was just born into a bad neighborhood and coming from a single parent home didn't help the cause much either. It was three hours later when the two boys had arrived to shouting counselors who look like they just want to be in the gym. As Ozzy stepped off the bus, dirt swirled in the air as the blazing sun came down on him. Suddenly there was a gunshot. A boy had tried to run and is now lying on the ground, motionless. “He’ll be fine”, shouted a counselor from afar, as he tried to calm the children. Ozzy remembered seeing him on the bus. He was whispering to all the boys to follow his lead once they arrived. He remembers him saying that he’s been through this and can’t do it again. In a scurry, a drill sergeant barked, “This is lorenzo's camp! I think you all know the drill, so get outta here”. Feeling confused with all the kids moving in all directions, Ozzy thought to himself, what is this place?.
In a giant cluster, there were boys of all ages in a giant circle shouting and screaming. Ozzy being 11 came up to the group unable to see …show more content…
He must have swiped them off of a guard Ozzy pondered. As they ran into the garage, Ozzy’s new friend looked at him with panic. “Take the keys! I have no clue how to drive” says the greasy-haired boy. “How hard can it be, it's just like go-karting” said Ozzy. Ozzy hopped in the cab and started it up. He pressed the gas pedal and the two boys went flying back in their seats. Ozzy aimed the wheel straight for the fence. They crashed through the fence and hit the road. In a blunder they raced to the expressway, hoping to be headed