Chapter 8

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That night I ran away, again. Back to Noah's. God I missed him. When he saw me he picked me up and spun me around. He was so gentle. I loved him. If my parents couldn't provide me a house then I wasn't going to live with anyone else but Noah. We said our " I love you's" and continued flirting. By now it's been two years since I talked to my family. They left me. Why get my hopes up just to be torn to shreds. I'm always let down. I just can't get my hopes up. Noah graduated so we're gonna move to Vero Beach, Florida from the west side of Rockford, Illinois. Yea the ghetto to the beach. I'm excited. I get to start all over again. I applied for a job already. I got it and I start working in a month. They don't know who I am though. Which is a good thing. We pack up. Get there. Unpack. Blah blah boring. When I get to work, they don't know who I am. Or what I did. Thank the lord!

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