A Runaway and Teen, chapter 1
"Run...run!" I thought as I looked back only to see my worst enemy chasing me. I tripped.
"Come back here, slut!," he called as he ran up to me.
"Leave me alone!" I growled.
"No!" he yelled as he picked me up by my shirt, whipping me to the ground.
Now I'm a tough person....I can handle this without crying.
"I hate you! Why do you harass me? Never touch me again!" I yelled as I clenched my fist.
"What was that?" he asked, glaring at me.
"YOU HEARD ME! NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" I roared.
"Why you little.." he said as he grabbed me again, but I punched him out.
I ran all the way to my house, locking the door behind me. I ran upstairs only to find my mother unconscious on the floor as usual. I ran to my room grabbed the blade and started to cut myself. I laid on my bed and let the blood ooze until it scabbed. I knew I had to run away as far as I could. I seemed like a plan as I packed my bag with CDs, my walkman, eyeliner, eye make up remover, passport, clothes and many of my few belongings from my room. I found $200 dollars in my little bank I owned. I ran down stairs and walked out the door. I went to some of the main roads and stuck my thumb out to hitchhike. People drove by me then a police car stop by me and I asked where I was going.
"Airport..." I said shyly.
"Hop in," said the kind police man.
I sat in the back seat of the police car as the cop dropped me off.
"Thanks," I said as he drove off.
I walked through the doors of the airport and walked up to the front desk.
"One way ticket to Rodeo, California please," I asked as the lady printed me a ticket for 2:00 pm.
I checked my watch the time read 11:55 am.
"Perfect," I said to myself, knowing it would take forever to get through baggage check. When I boarded the plane and sat in my seat, I laid back and drifted off to sleep.
"Rodeo, Cali.. here I come," I smiled.
"Come back here, slut!," he called as he ran up to me.
"Leave me alone!" I growled.
"No!" he yelled as he picked me up by my shirt, whipping me to the ground.
Now I'm a tough person....I can handle this without crying.
"I hate you! Why do you harass me? Never touch me again!" I yelled as I clenched my fist.
"What was that?" he asked, glaring at me.
"YOU HEARD ME! NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" I roared.
"Why you little.." he said as he grabbed me again, but I punched him out.
I ran all the way to my house, locking the door behind me. I ran upstairs only to find my mother unconscious on the floor as usual. I ran to my room grabbed the blade and started to cut myself. I laid on my bed and let the blood ooze until it scabbed. I knew I had to run away as far as I could. I seemed like a plan as I packed my bag with CDs, my walkman, eyeliner, eye make up remover, passport, clothes and many of my few belongings from my room. I found $200 dollars in my little bank I owned. I ran down stairs and walked out the door. I went to some of the main roads and stuck my thumb out to hitchhike. People drove by me then a police car stop by me and I asked where I was going.
"Airport..." I said shyly.
"Hop in," said the kind police man.
I sat in the back seat of the police car as the cop dropped me off.
"Thanks," I said as he drove off.
I walked through the doors of the airport and walked up to the front desk.
"One way ticket to Rodeo, California please," I asked as the lady printed me a ticket for 2:00 pm.
I checked my watch the time read 11:55 am.
"Perfect," I said to myself, knowing it would take forever to get through baggage check. When I boarded the plane and sat in my seat, I laid back and drifted off to sleep.
"Rodeo, Cali.. here I come," I smiled.
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