Away From Here, chapter 1

As I sat alone in the world I looked out my window. I thought of how I just had to get out of this hell hole with my dad being a jerk 24/7 and my mom not caring if I'm there. I was friends with my sister but she was just.....not there. I had to escape. I had been saving up my money for a years now and I still didnt have enough to live in New York, my destination. I wanted to go to New York to start my career as an actress. My dad always told me I couldn't do it and that it would never happen. My boyfriend four hours away didn't have a clue. There were ten scars on my leg for my dad, four for my mom, five for my friends who couldn't care less, three for my boyfriend, and as I sat there I made one fresh cut for my dreams that I despretly hoped would come true. I started to sing Wake Me Up When September Ends while I wondered if Billie Joe ever felt the same way before he got his start. As I sung all I wanted to do was get out of the sticks and into life. I climbed out my window (being grounded for playing Green Day to loud) and started walking. I just kept walking. By now I knew this po-dunk USA town by heart and I just kept walking. I didn't have a cell phone so I couldn't call my boyfriend for comfort. Not that he would comfort me. *This is where the story goes from fact to fiction* I ended up walking to the bus station. I thought for a moment. I pulled out my saving which i kept at all times in my bag which was full of other stuff I would need if I got deprate and ran. I had enough for a one way ticket to NYC and enough to last me there until I got a job but not enough for a hotel..... I would sleep on a park bench. Now that that was settled I got a ticket and got on the bus. Later that night I sat on a bench in Central Park with a newspaper. I was looking in the Help Wanted ads. There were a few for McDonalds and a few for other places. After a while I just fell asleep. When I woke up there was a cop looking at me. I got up and ran. I ran all the way to where all the Broadwya theaters are. I looked at the helped wanted ads again (I had taken the newspaper with me) and there was a ad for auditions for a new musical. I hurridly ran to the theater, my heart pounding......