She Don't Like The Lights

I placed my fingers in between my mouth corners whistling for a taxi. I kept my head low because I didn't want people to recognize me. A taxi came to a sudden stop and I got in looking around me making sure that mum didn't see me or anyone else that would notice me leaving. 

"Where to?" He cleared his throat spitting out the window. The taxi smelled horrible like smoke, old food and feet that haven't been washed in a while.

"Far away from here as possible very far away, please."

"That will be where exactly?" I handed him a piece of paper with an address on and I rested my head against the glass of the taxi.

I kept looking at the people passing by they looked happy and carefree like nothing was chasing them and also they didn't have to pretend to be something they're not.

Jim, Bob or whatever the taxi driver's name was drove like a maniac it kind of made me wish that he never stopped. He was also disgusting picking his nose from time to time. He smelled even worse than he looked and I kept wishing that this ride was over soon.