YouTube Presents... (A Kyle David Hall fanfic)

Chapter 38

Day after day, night after night, it was the same thing, the same routine every time I woke up to the time I fell asleep. I would get out of bed, clean any mess in my room, shower, have breakfast, get dressed, get dropped off at school or ride my skateboard, do homework, get bullied by the sluts and whores just after school ends and usually come home with soaked hair from being dunked in a toilet, only to be followed by the mass amounts of chores before dinner and then more homework and straight to bed. I never have time to Skype Mike anymore. I'm barely keeping up with YouTube and I almost never talk to Johnnie or Damon anymore.

I don't think Damon likes me anymore, I tried talking to him about it once, while I still had time on my hands, and he just brushed it off like he never liked me in the first place. It kinda hurt considering I did start liking him as well at one point, but shit happens, y'know?

I had just finished Skyping Mike for the first time this month and I can tell you, she was pissed. Seeing her being so upset put me in a shitty mood, so I can tell you, I did not want to have to do chores today. Since it was Tuesday, I had to mow the lawn, trim the hedges, vacuum and do the bathrooms, as well as clean the kitchen like I do every day and clean everyone's rooms. It was four in the afternoon and all this needed to be done by six, and if it isn't, well, I get grandad's belt like I'm some little kid that needs discipline. I learned that the hard way.

As expected, 4 on the dot, my grandad had knocked on my door. "Amanda, come on, time for your chores." So not in the mood for this. Okay, I have two options, go to the door and suck it up while continuing to be in a shitty mood, or, or what?

I looked around my room, trying to find something, anything to hide in. My bed is low set, so I cant hide under there, I can barely fit that goddamned suitcase under there. The doors locked, so I have a little bit of time.

Then I felt a flutter of cool breeze brush past my cheek, making me shiver. The window, I forgot about that. but I'm on the second story. Shit. And I'm not dressed enough to go out anyway. But there is no way I am putting up with their shitty chore list. Not today. Not after seeing Mike so pissed at them for these new rules.

I pulled the suitcase out from under my bed and opened it up, revealing the beautiful clothes that I've been needing to hide away.

"Amanda, unlock this door. Come on, it's time for you to do your chores." I could hear it in his voice that he was getting angry. I gotta hurry.

It was only early August, so the weather was still quite cold here. Thank god for that. I pulled off the light blue shirt I was wearing and replaced it with a plain dark red long sleeve shirt. "Amanda! Answer me! Now!" fuckfuckfuckfuck.

I pulled off the gothic style black skirt and pulled on plain black skinny jeans. Goddamnit why can't I get changed faster? After getting my jeans on, I pulled on a pair of Batman vans and searched for my matching bag. I ended up giving up on trying to find it and settled with a plain brown fake leather bag and shoved my camera, phone, laptop and a few Peace Tea cans from my stash before zipping up the bag.

"Thats it! I'm calling your mother! When I come back up hear, this door better be unlocked and you better be doing your chores!" I heard loud stomps going down the stairs and the beeping of the home phone buttons being pressed. FML.

Looking through the suitcase one last time, I pulled out a plain dark-ish grey shirt and pulled it over the red one. I looked presentable to say the least. My hair wasn't done and I was only wearing lipgloss and mascara, but it would have to do. I pushed the suitcase back under my bed as far as it would go and pulled back my curtains. That's quite a drop.

I swallowed hard and prepared myself for the fall. There's still a bit of snow, lets hope it'll be like Frozen and it will just feel like a pillow... I cant believe I just said that...

I closed my eyes and pushed myself off the windowsill. FUCK!

Not like Frozen at all! Pain shot up through my hands and feet. Nothing was broken, it was just pain, but pain is pain, and it hurt. I stood up and brushed the snow and dirt off of my hands. Snow is not like a pillow. But then again, there wasn't much. Either way, not doing that again any time soon.

I pulled my shoulder bag up and began running. If they realise I'm gone before I get far away enough then I'll be in deep shit. Well, I'll be in trouble anyway, but I'd like that to be a lot later. After I was a few blocks away, I stopped dead in my tracks to look around and catch my breath. Okay, where do I go from here?

I grabbed out my phone and went onto maps to see what was around. "Okay, so there's a diner a few blocks away... Taco Bell is just around the corner... The library isn't that far away either..." I flicked my thumb across the screen searching for a place to spend my night. Did I remember to grab my wallet?

I pulled the bag off my shoulder and went through it. Nope, didn't even think about money. I guess it's the library then. I grabbed out a peace tea and began walking again, but this time in the direction of the library. Maybe I can study or something, catch up on some books that I've missed in class.

After a few more minutes of walking, I began to hear my phone blowing up with phone calls and text messages. Damn it, should've left that at home.

When I got to the library, I went to a quiet corner and sat down, pulling out another peace tea and my laptop. Great, there's Skype messages from them too. When does the library close? Cuz this is gonna be a long night if it's before ten.

Very unlikely, but a girl can dream, right?