Leaving

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Nowtime 

I wanted to scream. Scream out everything, aplogize a million times over and over again. But what I had done, was too bad. I know what your thinking "she probarly cheated." Oh hell no, it was way worse.

This didnt include love, atleast not for me. Emily sat behind me, completely silent. A tear silently fell down my face, and I took up my backpack. I had to get out of this shithole. But I had to go home first. "Where are you going?" Emily asked. "Nowhere." I said, and jumped on my bike. I released the brake and started biking. She had no idea what had just happend.

The wind blew in my face. Most times, when I am on my bike is the only time I feel free. Free from every worry, every problem, every person. Its awesome. But not now, it felt so silent. Nothing but me and my thoughts. The loud highway beside me, I couldnt even hear. The yelling children, they were inside. The factory who always made so much sound, they were closed due to strike. It was completly silent. Atleast in my head.

I had to be quick, before mom came home. 15 minutes sounds nice. This has been a plan for a while, so I know what to do. I drived into the gate andthrew my bike on the grass. I got the key out of my backpack, and opened the door. "HEY" I screamt, trying not to cry. Nothing. Finally.

I ran upstairs with my backpack. I held it upside down and everything fell down. I got my money out, a couple of hoodies and jeans. A nice jacket, not my style thought. That was perfect. I lastly packed some protien bars, and a reusable drinking bottle.

There was one more thing I had to do. I got a paper out, and a pen. 4 words. One messege.

Im not coming back.

I put it on the table, and quickly tied my shoes. I looked outside, and my mom was coming u the driveway. Fck. The door opened. "Hello? Anyone home?" I hated her voice. "Yeah, im going to emilys." I replied. She came into the living room

"Now? You know your grounded." "But mom, its for homework we have a group project together." "So call her damnit! Whats on the table?" Shit. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the door

I quickly took up te bike, sat on it and went away. "ISABEL COME BACK RIGHT NOW." Was the last words I heard from her. For a way longer time than i thought

Atleast in that life

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