I"m not qutie sure how to finish this story of mine. any suggestions?

After dinner, I went back to my home and packed my things. I decided to bring only a medium sized pink back pack, spare clothes and socks, along with my life saving (only totaling up to two hundred bucks) and a map. I wrote three separate letters to Frankie, Charlie and Mia. I explained to them that I can no longer stay at home, and for some reason, I need to find myself and in order to that, I have to escape the identity I have now. Without looking back, I left the door and walked out of the drive way a little after midnight. I hiked up the usual trail that I run through everyday, but took a sudden left turn which leads me to my new unknown life.

Chapter two:

Walking down the street, he came up to me and gave me the slyest wink, then walked away into the obscurity of the crowd. A complete stranger. I know I should be appalled but, yet somehow , something inside me tells me this is what i'm looking for. something new. With great satisfaction, i decided to pursue the chase.

How about
I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but at that moment I really didn't care. All I wanted was to know who he was, and what about him made me feel what I felt. I followed him through the crowd of moving bodies streaming every way on the street, desprately trying to keep focus on him, trying not to lose him in all of this. He was what I was looking for, I wasn't going to let him go so easily.
After dodging multiple bodies walking in the opposite direction as me, I saw him walk into a small cafe. I soon entered the cafe myself. Now I know the whole reason I ended up here was so I could talk to him, but I found myself keeping distance, hiding. I didn't know why, but it was as if...there was something else I was yet to see.
And there it was, or rather she, a fairly attractive girl. He greeted her...a bit too kindly. My jealousy reacted. What was with me? He lead her to a small table and ordered for both of them, I stayed out of sight watching everything unfold. It was a date, that much was certian, but something told me, it was mostly and act. He wasn't very interested...and I was. He's what I'm looking for, I may have not even spoken to him, but there it is, I'll get to him. One way or another, just you wait my little pretty.

haha I don't know, just kinda went with what ever was at the top of my head. Do you like? or does it help?

well either way I wish you luck!

i found him in the crowd of
people,are eyes meet he grabed my hand and i grabed his at that moment i knew this is the something new that i have been searching for.

You where reincarnated.
In your past life you had a relationship with this guy (he was your soul mate, but he was killed) and now he has come to track you down in this new life. Of course this is the reason why up until now your life was crappy, there was something missing.

Ok sounds like some soppy sci-fi...it was worth a try i guess...lol

I'm assuming this is a short story, and that there is much more to "Chapter One" that you didn't post. If I'm right, you've not actually given anyone enough insight into your plot to help you. If I'm wrong and the entirety of "Chapter One" was the first paragraph, you do not yet have a story to finish.

Since I can't really help plot wise, I'm just going to give you some general advice on plotting and writing--even a little constructive criticism. I hope that's okay, and that you won't take offense to it. I really don't mean any harm.

Regarding where to take the story next: I think you need to flesh out your character(s) more. When you know them, you'll know what they're doing. When I get stuck, it's usually because I'm either trying to force something on a character they wouldn't naturally do or I don't know them well enough to know how they'll react in their current situation.

As for basic writing advice, which I know you didn't ask for, but I'm giving anyway: You've got a lot of narration; you're telling me what's happening, when you should be *showing* me-- add some action and dialog. Also, give the scene a sense of place. I know the character goes "home" after dinner, but I don't know if home is a beautiful Victorian manor or a cave littered with animal bones and candles. You have to remember that while you may see every tear in the wallpaper and every flutter of the character's hand during the story, all the reader knows is what's written on the page.

Thats all from me, but I'd be interested in seeing where you take this story...