Parents...dead. Bff...knows. Neighbors...calling. Layna...running. Layna, the sweet 18 year old, ran all the way from Cincinnati to Kenton,Kentucky to her grandma. What was she running from...and what did her bff know...
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"Honey! Breakfast is ready...if you're even awake!" my grandma yells upstairs. I yawn and sit up in my bed, well, my grandma's guest bedroom bed. I stretch and get out of my bed, then head downstairs. Wonder what grandma made for breakfast...hopefully-
"The pancakes are getting cold!"
I'm glad her yelling answered my thoughts. I did a mini fist pump in the air. Yes! Pancakes are the best! Especially made by her. I reach the bottom of the stairs, and the delicious smell of pancakes are the only reason I didn't walk back up them. Right in front of the stairs is the family room, with only a few feet of separation. That means you get a clear view of grandpa when he is doing his yoga. I almost puked. Luckily, I just kept on walking to the kitchen.
"So, Layna. Why did you come here and how long did it take?" my grandma asks, handing me my plate stacked high of pancakes. I don't know how to reply, she can never ever know. So, I just said my best, keeping the secret, secretive. "Well, my parents were in a car crash while calling me because I just got home from school. I drove in my car to the scene of the crash, and got out to see cars all stacked and crashed on top of each other. A Police man asked who I was and what my business being there was. I told him I was the daughter of James and Ally Martin and they were in the crash. He told me that they were dead and I would have to live on my own, as I am 18. I turned around to drive home when, BOOM! A bomb exploded my car. I had no choice but to run to the only place I knew: here. I didn't want to face the bomber." I lied. What else am I supposed to do? Tell them the truth? As if! They would kill me.
"Oh, darling," she replied, wrapping me in a huge hug. "I am so sorry...that's terrible! You must feel terrible, too! That's why you ran too, right? You felt guilty of causing the crash. It's ok. We all know you would never do anything to cause harm to anyone!" I cringed at that, thinking that if she knew, man, she would say something totally different. I'm surprised she isn't asking about how come I didn't go to Abbigale's house with her family. Abbigale and I...we aren't on the best of terms anymore. Maybe, well, most likely, for forever. I hate that, I really do. I really care about her, since becoming friends when we were 5. 13 years, gone. Wiped away. All because I was jealous, and it became anger issues, than random turnabouts. I still don't understand why I did it. Why I pulled it out, stuck it in. I guess I am turning insane in the membrane. Maybe I always was, being super smart, super flexible, now this. I'm glad no one at the new school will know anything about me. My fingerprints don't say anything. I edited them.
"Layna, I would take a little walk to town and stroll around there. Text or call us if you are lost or need a ride home. Layna, you need it. Trust me. I was just like you and it helped me lot.," grandma suggests to me. I take it. I get on my black jacket and converse and head outside to begin my walk.
