I cursed under my breath and ran over to the shelf of boxes. Swiftly I shove it, it makes a loud creaking sound. I look back at the group. "Hide!" The whisper is so forced my throat hurt. Another five nocks ring out. I dash to the door, look back at the group who have mostly dispersed, and give the responding nocks. When I open the door Choi bursts in with our food.
He's blabbing about something that happened today. By the time I close the door Choi is already sitting. I can feel the sweat trickling down my neck and back. Tensely, I sit down next to him. Choi talks on, without stopping to pass my food. I reach for it my self and see my hands are shaking.
Choi gives me a look. "What?" I ask with a confused expression.
"For the past five minutes," he checked his wrist for an imaginary watch, "I've been talking about how two years ago I found a penny on the sidewalk, and when I reached for it my pants ripped. In the middle of public."
"I've herd that story before though." I sat on my hands, trying to calm down the shaking.
"I know I wanted to see if you were paying attention. Obviously you weren't. So what's wrong?"I looked around nervously. What do I do? I can't lie, Choi will pick up on it too quickly before I can come up with a back story. I couldn't see any of others. Rather they were really good at hiding or they left. I couldn't exactly go looking for them right now. I have to tell him.
"I'm not feeling very good that's all."
"You do look a little pale," Well that was a relief... Sorta. "Here, I'll go get you some of my soup. You lay down, I'll be right back." He left the room. I ran over to my bag and found some paper and a pen. Madly, I started to scribble on the paper. Carrie- I mean Alex- appeared at my side.
"What are you doing?" She asked, she sounded concerned.
"I just want him to know I'm okay." I sniffed. The others grouped around me as I finished writing. I jolted up and threw the paper on the table. A wad of cash was soon followed by it."Rebbeca, you should think about this a little further. Maybe you should stay here. I mean... Your life is here." James- uh no his name starts with a E... Ed? Yeah! Ed.
"I have thought this through," I sniffed again. Was I crying? "and this isn't living. Hiding from everyone, stealing from innocent people... Maybe I deserve to be in jail."
"Rebbeca, don't say things like that." Scott pleaded. He sounded genuinely distressed.
"Don't call me that." I was silent for a moment. Starring at the paper and money on the table.
"What do we call you then?" Asked Scarlet. I thought for a moment...
"Kate, short for Kaitlyn."
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When I come back I nearly spill the soup on my shirt. "Okay, I'm sorry if this is too hot. And I know you don't like the-" I was cut short when I see the couch is empty. "Rebecca?" I go back out and check the bathroom. Maybe she slipped past me when I got her soup. I thought.
The bathroom was empty. I went back to the couch. Where the hell is she? I was starting to panic when I saw something on the table. I went over and picked up a small wad of cash, and a letter.
Choi,
I know this is really a... Big step. But we both knew one day I would have to leave. Well... I guess nows the time. I left the rest of the money that I owed you. I'm sorry I couldn't say this to your face. Here goes nothing. Goodbye Choi, and thanks for always being there for me.Rebecca
I couldn't believe it. She actually left. I knew this day would come but, not so soon. I practically collapsed onto the couch. She's gone... She's left me.
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I did it. I can't believe it. I wonder if he will understand. I hope he will. God, maybe I should go back. He'd take me back... Right?
"Kate," Scott grabbed my arm, "Kate, we're here." I look around."Where is here?" I asked. They smiled, except for Scarlet... her smile was more like a snarl.
"We're home."
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RJA
AdventureRJA (Rogue Juveniles of America) is a group of teens in America who feel like there isn't any point of being Americas little sweet hearts they want the rest of the world to think. Rebecca Kaitlyn Ross is in that precise situation. Her parents were...