The Runaway.

The Runaway. (Chap one)

Hi, I'm Heather ,an 18 year old girl who hates her own mother. Why would a girl hate their own mother? You will most likely ask. Well, I hate her because somebody murdered my father, I know being in the stage if this is stupid, but it didn't happen so long ago when they killed my father. Any who, enough of that.

"Heather pay attention and eat your meal!" Said my mother sternly.

"Yes mother." I answered not trying to slouch or drop any of my porridge on my new dress.

"Mother can I go outside?" I asked trying to sound sweet but not trying to show any hesitaion.

"Ok, be back by 6:30. Were going to go to church."

"Thank you! So much!" I said happily as I rushed out the door.

I rushed out and walked down the sidewalk as I saw steamwagons pass by. I went to my friend, Edward's house. I saw him outside trying to win a ticket to go on the Titanic.

"Edward!" I yelled in his ear.

"What?" he asked.

"What are you doing?" I asked eagerly, trying to find out.

"Oh, i'm trying to win a pair of tickets to the titanic!" He said.

"Can I join?!" I asked pleading.

"Sure why not? Two head are better than one, eh?" He said enthusiasticly.

As I was joing the game I saw two beautiful tickets laying in front of a wooden table. I was happy that I was finally not against Jason in a game, that he always wins.

"Who's the lovely lady you brought? Is she your girlfriend?" asked an old man with a beard white as snow.

"No!" said Edward a bit embarassed.

"Oh, well I have to go to the restroom. I will be back." said the old man going inside Edward's house searching for the bathroom.

"It's about time." mumbled Edward.

"Well, what now?" I asked.

"Lets take the tickets and you hide them in your house!" he said eagerly.

"What! No I would never do that!" I said almost yelling.

"Fine, I guess you don't want to be on the Titanic the first time it sets sail" he said.

"Ok, I will but I will get out of here as soon as I can." I said.

I snatched the tickets off the table and walked quikly to my house. I followed my way back home and walked inside, my mother is sitting in a chair reading a Bible.

"Your late." said my mother angrily.

"I am so sorry, I had to visit a friend" I said sadly.

"You were visiting that peasant Edward, wern't you!" She said getting up from her seat and walking toward me.

"Yes but, only for a while." I said getting nervous.

"How many times have I told you not to visit him!" My mother asked dissapointed then suddenly slapped me.

I started crying and ran to my room, I layed in my bed upsett. How many times will I keep living like this. I stood and walked toward my mirror and looked at my cheek. It was stained red, like a cherry. I layed back in bed as I felt a moist tear roll down my cheek. I was tired of this life.I can't take it anymore.Why is my mother so mean to me, she should love me, I am the only person she has left. Well, I can't blame her, she lost her husband. Well, actually I can blame her, she acts like I don't exist and I lost my only father. She's tolf me many times not to see Jason, because she think his father killed my dad. But, of course his dad would never do anything like that, we've grown up practicly like brother and sister.

I heard pebbles banging on my window, I got up and started heading near the window.I looked outside and saw that is was edward. I opened the window and saw that he was mumbling something, but I couldn't make the words out.

"Drop the back door key!" He yelled.

"Why?"

"Because I need to talk to you!"

"Fine." I said ending the conversation,I dropped a black soft box that held the key. It landed in his hands and he ran to the gate that was on th side of the house.

"Thanks" He said with sweat running from his forehead.

"No problem, do you know when the boat is goin to set sail?" I asked.

"I think it's on the ticket." He said.

I grabbed one ticket that was on my bed and scanned through the thin paper.It said, April 10th 1912 at 12:00 pm, I was surprised that it would leave that early.

"Oh thats is a week by now." I mumbled under my breath.I started to wonder if I wanted to go. Would my mother approve?