Run, Lola, Run.

My life was at stake.

So maybe that was a bit of an extension
to the real truth. But still.

Its not like there really were monsters
under my bed, 'cause seriously, yo,
that's just cray-zee.

Right?

Yeah, I'll go check on that.

This place isn't all that its cracked up
to be when you're forced to board
a plane that looks like it fell in one or
two oceans, when you're forced to
open your carry on bags in front of
a line of eighteen year old boys, and
have security search through the spare
underwear you brought in case
the airlines lost your luggage.

No, it definitely isn't as cracked
up as its brought up to be.

I was myself and I was Lola, which, I’m sure, in some unauthorized dictionary, meant hardass.

Maybe, in some other life, I was or was meant to be a child-beating father – or even mother, I won’t be ignorant – because, I’ll admit, I sometimes came off as a King of Kings, better than everyone. I’d even want to get violent.

PS. Don't judge on the spectacularly cliche story line.
I'm not going by a plot. This can/probably will change
in the near future.

not a vampire/werewolf/anything story.
The title is from a movie. Never watched. Just sounds
awesome. I love the name Lola.