Rylin knew it was time to go. She had known it for weeks, months even, but never had the courage to leave. She yanked her backpack open, tears of humiliation and anger streaking down her face. She had to get out. She quickly took stock of what was already in the bag; a notebook, a 3-ring binder full of paper, a pair of shorts and two t-shirts. It would have to do for now. She threw the bag in the backseat and turned the key in the ignition of her Chevy truck.
As she backed out of her parking space, Rylin couldn't help but let a few more tears drip from her eyes. Stupid school, she thought, stupid people, stupid town! She left the parking lot, tires squealing as she peeled out.
She didn't even look back.
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Past the Guard
General FictionHave you ever wanted to get out? To run away from all the lies, the deceit and the betrayal? Rylin did, she had always planned on leaving. It just never seemed like the right time. Until now.
