I knocked on the bathroom door, "Sam!" But of course he didn't answer, he hasn't answered for thirty minutes now.
I knocked on the door one last time before I decided to give up, he was probably going to stay in there all night. I sighed under my breathe, "Fine whatever, stay in there." I muttered, walking towards my bed.
Since I was too lazy to change and I certainly didn't feel comfortable changing when he could just walk out, I decided to go to bed in my jeans and long sleeve shirt.
I figured he'd be gone by morning and I wouldn't have to deal with him being locked up in my bathroom.
"Goodnight Sam."
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"Is she asleep?"
"Either that or she's dead."
I felt someone tapping the bridge of nose, at first I thought it was Sam being obnoxious but then I realized I had heard two voices. I slowly opened my eyes and quickly sat up in my bed, leaning against the bed board.
"What are you doing in my room?!"
The girl laughed, wrinkling her lightly freckled nose. "You left your hotel door open all night." She sat beside me with one leg bent and the other hanging on the edge of the bed.
"Lexi?" I murmured, recognizing her face somewhat and remembering that Sam told me about her and Nate. She had naturally tan skinned, it was a medium shade of brown and she had long dark shoulder length hair.
"How do you know my name?" Lexi mumbles.
Nathan rolled his eyes, "Obviously Sam told her." Lexi glared over her shoulder at her boyfriend, "I'm sorry is your name --" she paused and looked at me.
"Johanna."
Lexi nods and then she looks over at Nate, "I'm sorry is your name Johanna? No, so please do me a favor and shut up." She jokes, but she sounded and looked so serious that I didn't realize she was joking until her boyfriend laughed.
I sat awkwardly on my bed, laughing forcibly. "Where's your parents?"
I ran my fingers through my dark hair, worryingly. "Unm... their back home." I quickly answer, trying not to seem so nervous but I couldn't help it.
"You're a runaway." Lexi states dryly.
I felt my heart drop, but I tried to play it off. "What? A runaway? I'm not a runaway, I'm 18 years old." I explain, as they stared at me. Lexi didn't believe me, "You don't look eighteen."
I tossed my hands in the air, "And? Penalty of people don't look their age, so what?"
Nathan crossed his arms, "Let me see your ID then?" And my heart dropped to my stomach, "Why are you two concerned about my age?" The two stared blankly at me, and Lexi smiled weakly. "Because you don't look eighteen and you shouldn't be running away from home. It isn't safe for girls your age."
"What?! My age? How old do you think I am, fucking twelve?"
Lexi squints her eyes as she was trying to think about it, "Eleven at the most." She jokes, but I didn't really laugh. Nathan grins, "She's joking.... you're probably seventeen or sixteen."
I crossed my legs indie style and glared down at my lap, "I'm really seventeen...."
"Let me guess, you ran away because you had abusive parents?" I stared up at her, and that's when I second guessed telling them the truth but I didn't really have a choice. "Most people would assume that a teen would run away from home due to abuse, but that's not my case. Instead I'm running away from home because I can't be what everybody wants me to be.... I can't live up to my family's high expectations."
Neither of them responded, "So if you think I'm some sort of pussy because I can't do my work in school like mommy and daddy wants me to, and be this huge success, I'll gladly tell you that you're wrong. I don't come from a wealthy family, my mom is a single mother and my father comes around every now and then.... I don't have it as bad as some one who's being abused does, sure I have a mother who loves me and wants me to be successful. But she doesn't understand that I can't be what she wants me to be, all of this responsibility to be perfect is too much for me."
"You poor child." Lexi mumbles.
I took a deep breathe, "Don't give me that sympathy bullshit alright?" At first her eyes just widened in surprise, but then she just nods in agreement.
"Where are you trying to go?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know... I was thinking maybe Oregon or Arizona." He leaded against my dresser, "Where are you coming from?"
"Michigan."
"Why'd you choose to come to Nebraska, why not South Dakota?"
I stood up from my bed, "Good question... Unfortunately I don't have an answer for that." The couple's eyes followed me as I walked across the room and grabbed my shoes.
Nate tried to make sense of everything, "Wait so you're seventeen years old, you're a runaway and you're planning on moving to Oregon or Arizona, what do you expect to happen there?"
Lexi agreed, "Yeah what do you plan on accomplishing out there? You haven't even graduated high school." She had a good point.
I pulled my shoes on, "Fuck high school okay," I pulled my jacket on, "you go to a fucking building every goddamn day where pricks judge you and treat you like garbage. You're judged by not only how you look but how you learn, and if you don't learn about shit like who the eighteenth president was you're stupid and probably going to be a failure.... I feel like I need to know everything in school, especially history.... I mean it's like I need to know when Thomas Jefferson wiped his ass, 1748? 1802 or 1816? I just don't care for it." I laugh.
Nathan snickers, "When Thomas Jefferson wiped his ass? I'm hoping is was everyday." And Lexi laughed.
I rolled my eyes, "My point is that I'm depressed as fuck, on the verge to committing suicide and probably already going to be a failure.... History is important sure, why the hell not? But some things just aren't for everybody. For example school."
They nodded, "You're right." Nathan says.
I grin at the couple as I head towards the door, "Where are you going?"
I motion at my hair, "To do something about this."
