Mary Reeves, was sick and tired if her family. Her mother was a stuck up woman who didn't care for anyone but herself. Her father, Mary didn't even know her father. Her younger brothers were constantly bugging her and she hated it. Mary had to take care if herself, meaning, she had to make food, she had to clean, and she just had to do whatever it took, to keep on living. She was done, she couldn't take it, her mother came home drunk and started arguing with her and one thing led to another, and now mary was on the kitchen floor, with a red cheek and a black eye. Her mother on the other hand, wasn't in a better state. She ran to her room and locked the door. She was gonna do it, she was running away. She grabbed a duffle bag that was hidden in her closet and filled it with clothes, snacks, and anything she thought she would need. She unlocked her window and looked down. "Second floor, I can do this" she whispered to herself. She threw her bag onto the grass outside. "Now, my turn" she stated. She threw herself onto the ground outside with a low thud. She quickly got up and grabbed the bag. She took one last look at the house and, flicked it off . "Free bitches!" She shouted happily and started running. She had no clue as to where she was going to run, as long as it was away from her idiotic family. She didn't know it would cause a somewhat frienship and maybe a strange spark of love...
