Running Out Of Time

CHAPTER 1...

'EEEAAAKKK'

The old, squeaky door went as I opened it. It had been three long, friendless years in the mansion. After the storm last night there was no way I was going to spend another night in here. After all the storms I have been through, I still wasn't used to going through them alone. Several times I have started to leave, but I always chickened out. But I was sixteen now, and I swore to myself I was really leaving this time. As I grabbed my faded pink bag, I looked back down the long, narrow hall and shivered. I grabbed the key to the house and shut the door, locking it behind me. Where would I go? I have no idea.

As I was walking down the street, I noticed a cute blond boy in a sports car watching me. Yeah, he was cute, but honestly it kind of freaked me out.

So I continued to walk until I ended up by a small store. Looking through the windows I saw a adorable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I knew I needed new clothes, all that I have are old, faded and torn. I started digging through my bag, trying to find the bag of cash I had in there. Before Walter died they had wrote a will for me, and it pretty much stated that everything they had was mine. Every penny, the mansion, everything they owned. And although I knew it was stupid to walk around with an overstuffed wallet, I knew I had too. There was no way I am going back to that mansion.