Don't Run Away

Chapter 1

Hey Everyone! This is chapter one of my new  book, Don't Run away! I'm not all that good at beginnings, so bear with me. But I promise it will get better! And If you like pls comment and vote! And if you see any errors pls tell me!

And also, I am kinda always editing this so it might be changing everytime you read it... just want to make it better for you guys!

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Amanda's POV

I race out my front door, slamming it shut behind me.  The porch shutters beneath my feet as I jump off the stairs, my knees landing hard on the smooth stone. I swiftly stand up again, lightly brushing my fingertips on the surface of the rock. I dash across the grass, feeling the heat of my cheeks challenge the cool wind rushing across my face. But my fight with mom is too clear in my mind, nothing can take the thoughts away, even for only a brief second.

MOM! It's my life! Let me run it!!

I hear myself screaming in my head. My voice spills inside of my mind, swimming into my emotions.  Even though the fight had only happened minutes ago, my voice seems so distant, like an entirely different person.

The thought only makes me want to run faster and faster.  Hoping that along with the breeze howling in my ears, all of my thoughts will be there one minute and billowing behind me the next.  I dart into a subtle opening in the bush on the edge of the property, knowing the exact footing of the uneven path as I have run down it so many times before.

Listen Amanda!! Your schooling is more important than a stupid, silly, sport!!

Mom's piercing voice cuts through my thoughts. The voice that I hear from the fight is a different mom. There is no hint of care, only pure, cold, rage. She has changed ever since... the accident.

It only makes me run so fast that it must be physically impossible my legs could move any faster. But they do. I run faster and faster until the wind is sending chills down my spine. I shut my eyes, trying to make reality disappear. I run all my sorrows away, squeezing my eyes shut so tight that my whole face hurts from the pressure. But I keep my eyes closed, pretending that there aren't tears gathering in the corners of them.

I come upon my dad’s secret old shed. The tears start to trickle down my cheeks.  I stare at the special edition basketball net with my dads picture on the backboard.  I see the NBA poster with a clouded picture of him mid-layup. I slowly walk to a rock towering high above my own head, just meters to my right.  I shakily pull out a key ring with three clinking keys sliding around the metal. Then I stride over to the sheds door and slip the key in the lock. I nervously eye the bushes, making sure that no one could have followed me here.

A faint rustle comes from a tree in the distance and I instantly whip my head around, letting out a little gasp. When I see nothing, I slowly turn the key and the door pops open.  I quietly squeeze through the small opening in the door, and flick a switch on the wall. The room buzzes to life, all the lights plastered on the ceiling click on one, by one. The repetitive hum of them makes me uneasy, but I ignore it and carefully walk over to a tool shelf.

I pull out a small book entitled, "George Atlins Obituary. 1968-2009". A hard sore lump starts rising in my throat. I try to force it back down, stopping it from progressing any further.

But my will isn't strong enough. The lump pushes up through my throat and out my mouth and short, heavy sobs.

The tears start flooding down my cheeks. My cries echo through out the shed and enwrap me in a blanket of my own sadness. My tears drop onto the obituary, splattering steaming liquid all over my dads warming smile. I unsteadily wipe them off, grasping the wonderful picture of my dad- before the accident. The book shakes in my hands as I flip over the title and read the first lines of an introduction. "George Atlins in house Family relatives- Terry Atlin and Amanda  Atlin." Which only makes my whines become larger and louder. I can't stand the thought of hearing my own name in an obituary.