Meet You There

I'm Almost There

        It was time to start packing. But what did a typical runaway bring? I was thinking too much. I grabbed the basics. Toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, clothes, earphones, shoes. What else? Money. I wasn't gonna do a shopping spree. I needed money for the bus. Where to? Had I thought everything straight? What if they found me? Stop it. Stop it now. I thought to myself. I needed a plan. I looked out my window, looking at my car. It wasn't the best, but it could take me anywhere I needed. People would probably look out for my plate, so I had to scratch the idea out. But as always, I kept the option open just in case.

        I took some paper and started the plan. I would get $1,000 dollars in cash, including my credit card with another $3,000 dollars from savings. I would hop on a bus, or on a train. I could venture out to Californa, and step foot in LA. Since I was a good singer, maybe I could get in on a deal. Or an actress! No. I was thinking too ahead. I had to stop. 

        I went back to the plan, drawing and adding details on where I planned to go. "I dare. I dare." I whispered to myself as I reached for another piece of paper. The plan was almost to perfection. Was I close? 

        I had chose to travel to Californa afterall. Using money, I would have to go around swiftly, not telling anyone my true idenity. It was going to be hard. But then again, life's too short for no adventure, no action. 

        The night grew dark. Perfect. The time to leave. I grabbed a duffel bag, and a normal backpack with many pockets and such. The duffel bag would fit my clothes and shoes, and I guess my backpack would fit the important essentials to carry on. 

        On my computer, I got the bus time. I would go when the sun was just rising, but, it would be better to leave to evidence on where I might be. My dad was sleeping silently on the couch, which was perfect. He was a heavy sleeper. The world could end, and he wouldn't notice. I looked at his face, the face that reminded me of all the misery brought on to me. All the memory I would have would always be his lips pursed on to the beer bottle, and another in his hand, in which he would throw sooner or later. I touched my lips with my fingers, and brought it down to his head. "Bye, bye." I whispered. 

        As collected everything I would absolutely need, and headed to the brokened down doorway. As I looked back, my cat prowled in. She looked up at me with her sharp eyes. I sighed. Could I bring her? It would be harder, since she wasn't the smallest cat in the world. But I was taking chances. Som always followed me anyways, especially if I was walking, she would be beside my ankle or ahead.

         "Som, here girl." I said as I opened the door. I gestured to the outside, and as she went out, I walked behind. 

        The closest bus stop wasn't very far, just a few blocks away. But something told me to get my car. be smart, Think. I reminded myself. I took a deep breathe and went to the bus stop. I was almost there. I checked my watch for the time. 7:40. The bus was coming in 5 minutes. Perfect. While waiting, I thought over things, people. I made a list. Like what Santa supposedly does. Instead of "naughty or nice", I did "would they miss me or not". Just as I had decided that no one would miss me, and have "one less problem", the bus pulled up. A lady opened the door and I walked in.

        "Hey there, sweet cheeks," she said, looking up and down my outfit and bags. "Say, where you going?" Panicking, I said, "Visiting my aunt in California." Believing me, she turned her body forward to the big wheel, and I sat down. Taking a seat by the window and placing my bags on both sides of me. A trip like this had to be documented, so I reached into my bag and grabbed out my journal. Writing a brief paragraph of my adventure, I put my earplugs inside my ears, and started to listen to Fall Out Boy. I was almost there.