Chapter One

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Teenage runaways are always known for having the worse behavior and being completely rude, but honestly its just us. It's our personalities. So if you dont like it then leave. 

         My boyfriend Christian and I go to my friends club to just lite cigarettes and pop some pills to just have fun, with Dakota one of my best friends and a few more friends who ran away from home like me. We always thought living under roof following our deadbeat parents rules were just boring, but we all ran away the same day to move into the street finding cigarettes on the ground and smoking them not caring about our health. You might ask why are we like this? Why are we so rebellious? well, first its none of your business but I'm just going to say it because you guys deserve to know. Well all of us grew up with divorced parents, Abusive parents, even had a heart break and wanted to get their head distracted from something and getting high and popping pills help the most since I know my parents probably dont care. They did the same thing, they moved out because my mothers rich parents found out she was pregnant when she was only sixteen with a poor homeless boy who she fell in love with, so they kicked her out and after I was born they tried to take care of me but i had needs, I had something to do with this world. In needs I mean I wanted to go to a mall that was thirty miles away with friends but I couldnt because i didnt have money or I just gave up on my parents. I  would get annoyed every once in a while with them till I finally gave up with them. 

       When I moved out, Christian and I found a empty abandoned hotel. But sometimes we snuck into peoples hotel rooms without them knowing but there was this hotel and we stayed in this room called 'Room 93' where my friends and I would stay in because we didn't have anywhere else to go after we go to parties. It was our home basically even though we kept it a mess but I really dont care how many times one of us would throw up and clean it but the stench is still in the air ever since. We didnt really notice it even though it was obvious but we would always find a way to just wreck the whole hotel. But life is timed so we need to live every second of it! 

     

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