Jumpnows pov ‘i hate it here so much I never realized until I left how lucky I was. I just want to come home’ annnnd cue the sobbing. Bradie cut off the message before I could hear anymore, I wish I hadnt heard the first bit though. I wasn’t one for crying, tears did kinda annoy me but today they just cracked me. That, more than anything was why I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. Only bradie came with me, I wanted to be alone but having never actually helped someone run away before I needed ideas. Sure, when we were like 15 we used to help each other to sneak out to go to parties and shit but this was the first time I was practically stealing someone. Well, technically Belinda didn’t own her anyway, Bradie did and he wanted her back as much or more than I did. I drove, my record was 100% clean so it was one thing I could do, no matter how shredded my brain was, or in this case, my heart. We left just after 1 in the morning, I wanted to get there about 10 ish. Bradie, being the useless co driver as always fell asleep before we hit sydney, leaving me to think of my own plan. But I had coffee, danger days and my favourite beanie so I was set. The one good thing about this hour was there was no traffic, so I was practically alone which was just how I liked it. We pulled up outside belindas at half past nine, ims was at school but I didn’t want to talk to Belinda Bradie did. I left him there and set off on foot, I planned to find ims’ school, all I knew was it was called st clairs. But I was determined. After 20 minutes of looking lost a little old lady pointed me in the right direction. The school was awful. I had nothing against religion but this school was just too over the top, with a church looking building and everything. For once, everything was going my way, the receptionist was super nice and told me where to find imogen, she was currently in maths according to the little slip of paper I held in my hand. When I knocked on the door, unfortunately it wasn’t the right one, it turned out to be a year 7 class and the teacher gave me dirty looks because half her class started screaming and wanting autographs. She slammed the door in my face and I could hear her yelling at the girls for being so ‘immature’. The second door I tried wasn’t much better, it was a senior class who got up me for disturbing them. I didn’t usually believe in luck but the 3rd time had to be lucky. It was. The second I saw ims it was like someone I hadn’t seen before she didn’t look like herself, her hair was curly and she was wearing too much makeup. But when she saw me her face lit up which sounded pretty stupid, but it was an amazing feeling. She ran at me, throwing her arms around me and I twirled her around, why did I let her go? The teacher started telling her off but she just gave her the finger and grabbed her bag. She slammed the door behind us, ignoring everything and everyone. That’s when she burst into tears. She showed me her wrist, there was one long barley healed cut up it, she just kept crying and grabbed my hand. We walked out of the school, hand in hand not giving a fuck about anyone else. But hey, I guess that’s how we roll.
