Running. Faster. Sirens. Panting. Memories. No not again. Not now. I can't remember it all now. Oh God no. Stop kicking please. I can't take all this pain right now. I just need to keep going and fond him. He'll take care of me.
Oh my bad, you're new to the story. Well let me introduce you to me and my life. I'm Angela, I am 17 years old, and the oldest of 6 kids. I graduate high school in two weeks. I'm 6-7 months pregnant with a baby boy. My boyfriend, Camden, is a year older than me and is away at college til my graduation. Yes, I am running away right now and going to find him. You're probably wondering why I'm running away, well to answer that I'll have to start back when my brother was born.
When I was 6 my mom had my brother, Cameron, then after my mom was dismissed from the hospital our dad left us. Nothing happened before then, he just up a left while we were at the hospital. A couple weeks later my mom had a new boyfriend, he was nice enough but I didn't trust him. Two months later my mom told me she was going to have another baby. But this time, it was twins. So at 7 years old my mom gave birth to twin sisters, Amy and Abigail,they were good babies and still are good kids. Well not long after they were born that guy left, I don't even remember his name, and three months later a new guy was always around. I started staying up in my room by myself, unless a sibling needed something. Well, I was always alone until the night mom had to work 3rd shift, when I was 11 years old....
