The Runaway Teens Club

Blogger 3: Beth

It's not completely fair that they put me here as the last blogger on the site. But I'll just have to live with it, because if we're goin to run away together, I better start gettin used to this.

I've pretty much been a backstreet ally girl. My parents died when I was 12, so I had the experience of running away early on.

I stole, yes I stole stuff. And police, even if you're reading this, you can't exactly catch up to me because I'll already be gone.

But, I lived half my early life after 12 in denial that my parents were dead. I went to ask some people at an office about it, and you know what they did, put me in an orphanage.

You DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT, put Beth Georgia Tylerson in a disgusting, rotting, jam-packed, full-of-snotty-poor-girls, orphanage.

Why would you even think of doing that to me.

But it didn't last very long, seeing I was adopted about a month later by the Hucklesons. They already had a son, who's name was Christian.

Christian is about 3 years older than me, so at the time, he was 16 while I was 13.

He was literally my guardian, keeping me protected from bullies, teachers, drugs, and guys. Yes, especially guys. But that was all until recently when he went to college. Leaving me alone at this gross place, with nobody to tell me right from wrong.

My "parents" are always off at work.

I am almost always alone at home. And I hate it.

So, this concludes my purpose for leaving home.

I think I'll be more useful outside of this gigantic home that honestly doesn't need to be this big.

I think that maybe out there in the world, I'll be able to do something, and not just be some lazy rich-kid.

And these two people don't exactly have the same problem, but I feel like we all want the same thing.

And that's to be free.