Soulmates

Chapter 4

The next few weeks were full of planning. I had to work out how often the trucks came (once every two weeks) and when I'd have the opportunity to sneak on one, as well as what supplies I could fit into a backpack that would sustain me for the trip. Hopefully I could refuel when the trucks arrive at where they're meant to be.

It was obvious that Jas didn't approve of my plan, but she never said anything besides "be careful," or "I'll miss you." Emily had become part of our little group now, but neither of us mentioned the trucks to her. I wasn't going to tell my parents either. I was hoping I could just leave a note and they'd find it when I was gone.

The trucks were due to come in 2 days, and I couldn't be happier. My countdown said I only had 28 days, 6 hours, 34 minutes and 52 seconds. That's only three weeks. The sooner I get away, the better.

The night before the trucks arrived, I was rushing about preparing. I made Anzac biscuits, packed cans of beans, tuna and soup (although I would have to eat it all cold), filled up 5 water bottles, emptied my piggy bank, and got a light change of clothes. I had told mum and dad that my geography class was going on a three-day camp, but I was still going to leave the note.

At 6 o'clock the next morning, I got dressed in leggings, a shirt and my favourite jumper, tied my hair in a ponytail and slung my backpack over my shoulder. When I passed my wardrobe, I grabbed my green anorak and shoved it in my bag. As I walked down the hall, I peered into mum and dads room to make sure they were still sleeping. They were. I don't think they would have woken up if I set their bed on fire. I tiptoed down the stairs just in case, and just before I made my way to the door, I left the note I had written on the kitchen table. Then I left. (Well actually I grabbed an apple first but I wanted to sound dramatic).