The Runaways

Chpater 10

At the police station, it was worked out that Cory and I were to live with Landon and his parents, since we had no place else to go. Cory wasn't too happy about it, but I wasn't complaining. It had a roof, fresh water, a shower, and I wasn't in danger of falling to my death.

Everyday, letters flooded the mailbox. The media had taken up the story immediately after we got back. Some people said good things, some said bad things; one of them even asked us both to take medical classes due to how well we tended to our injuries during our 'expedition' as the papers called it. One girl asked me for my autograph. Many girls asked Cory for his picture. We both became symbols of strength, both for teens and for the less fortunate. The media couldn't get enough of us.

The town of White Sulfur Springs welcomed us differently. They viewed the media attention as a bad thing, and every time we went out in public, we heard people criticizing us for our actions. We went back to school in the fall, where we were outcasts as we had been before. This time we had a new friend though. Landon grew on Cory, and we became like the three musketeers.

One night, after school, a man came to the door asking to speak with Cory and I. We obliged.

“My name is Oscar Robertson,” he said. “I am from Phillips Publishing House in New York, and would like to pitch an idea to the both of you,” he said excitedly.

“What sort of idea?” Cory and I asked simultaneously.

“I would like you two to write about your experiences in the wild. You both went through some pretty bad things out there, and I would like you to write about them. The book, once published, would be a best seller,” he said matter-of-faclty.

“Writing? Are you kidding? Right now I need to focus on graduating High School, not writing a story about my adventures in the woods,” Cory scoffed.

“I'll do it,” I said quietly. Both Cory and the man looked like they hadn't heard me right. “I'll do it,” I said a bit more loudly.

“Really?” asked Oscar.

“Yes, really,” I said impatiently.

“Perfect! I will send you some information when I get back to my office. I must be going now. Good day Miss,” he said, practically running out the door with excitement. If I heard correctly, I think he even shouted a big 'whoo hoo' when he got outside.

Neither Cory or Landon could understand why I agreed to write a book about my struggles in the wilderness those few months with Cory, even when I tried to tell them that I had to do it. For my sanity, and to tell the real story. And also to tell the readers this:

I, Ally Fullman, of White Sulfur Springs, Montana ran away from home and into the Montana wilderness with my best friend. I encountered many obstacles, and yet I survived. But always remember that running is not the answer; running from your problems only makes them worse. Take it from someone who knows.

So, reader, have you learned your lesson?

Hello readers! So I got bored and decided to upload all of the story since I had it completed. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think in the comments!