They played Sunny by Boney M at McDonald’s, a song that my father had/has loved. Thinking about him honestly made me feel horrible; I wondered how he reacted to me running away from home. I wanted at that moment to erase all memories of my father so that I could never think of him again, as cruel as that sounds. I hated how he alternated between his two personalities like Jekyll and Hyde; he was two different people.
“You think they have missing posters up for us yet?” Malcolm asked. At that moment, we were both waiting for our orders to arrive; we both ordered a Big Mac with the twenty-piece chicken nuggets. Boy, despite not being hungry, I wanted at that moment to eat until the end of time just to not focus on our situation.
“I doubt it; it hasn’t been long enough yet,” I said, looking
