Runaway Journalist

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The picture IS jenna i repeat IS Jenna it's also just what she was wearing. Thank you :b

I started packing when I heard a knock on the door.
"One second!" I hid my backpack under my bed. "Come in!"

My mom came in "hunny me and your dad are going to be gone tonight so are you ok to stay home alone tonight?"
"Yea I am where are you going?"
"Were going to that one place with the fancy sits and white chairs."
"Butlers?"
"Yea that one love you bye!"

I waited for my mom to leave and then I could start packing again. My mom left about an hour after talking to me. I wrote I'm my journal saying:
Something good happend today something I didn't know that could ever happen it's like how you meet someone on the day your life is bad or like the day you just can't handle anything, I met a boy. Not any boy a boy like me someone I could never talk to someone who I was afraid who wouldn't be around me just because I am the I am. His name is Jackson Montgomery he has been bullied since junior high. He asked if he could run away with me and were doing it were running. Were running from everyone who thought were stupid and self absorbed and were smart enough for them to give us their homework.
I started packing then I got a text from Jackson asking if were still meeting at 10:00
Jackson: hey it's a quarter tell 10:00 are we still meeting up then or are we meeting later?
Jenna(me): yes were still meeting at 10:00 see at Montgomery st. At the park.
Jackson: kk :*
I didn't reply back I was to caught up in the moment of the kissie face.

About 15 minutes later I was at the park. No sign of Jackson so I could see if he's coming out with anyone. I walked here since I live only about 2 block away. I saw a car pulled up he came with on of his freak friends. Then I walked toward Jackson.
"You look..."
"Don't say it"
"Hot"
"Why did you have to say that."
"Where are we going exactly?" he asked
"Well that's start walking shall We?" I said

By the time 12:00 came along I was already tired we we're on the free way to Seattle. When I turned around to see Jackson writing in a book

"What do you write about?" I asked
"Uh what? I don't write I'm an photographer ." see.
He showed me a picture he put in there.
"Hey that's me I didn't think you would see me do that."
"I see everything."
I heard sirens going on it was a police car who pulled write next to us
"What are you two teens doing out here 12:30 at night?

Short chapter today I felt bad about yesterday so I wrote a short chapter.
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