The thought of going back frighten me. I can't I can't, I thought. The forest was getting dark so I walked a little closer to back home. I stopped walking closer when I saw the lights. I got some leaves and lay them across the ground. At least this would be more comfy than laying on the cold dirt ground. I pulled my sweater tightly around me. The falls cold breeze it was cold enough to kill me. I didn't care, what do I have to live for.
...
I woke the next morning. The sun glared into my eyes. I stood up to examine the area. I could feel my hunger coming and there was nothing to catch even if I try it will get away. I still had eight dollars, but what if the cops are looking for me? Who cares I'm hungry and that's it. I pulled my hood over my head. It was big enough to cover my face. I walked casually to the fence I was to weak to climb it. I looked down the fence to see if there was a hole. As I walked I found nothing there was no hole or a shorter fence. I continue to walk as I tripped over something. Yes a small spot on the ground was dig up. I crawled my small body under the old fence. I dusted my self off before I go anywhere looking like this would make it obvious that I ran away. I walked slowly to Wesley's Burgers. I looked though the glass windows to see my dad and the cops! I turned around and the urge of energy came on me. I ran as fast as I could to a area. Where could I go, what will I do? I ran to my house to see if I could get some stuff. I walked up the driveway to the door. I took a deep breath and walked in. The house was in a worst state than it was before I left. Is he scared, is he angry, or was he scared. All of this I still had to process, let me just find what I need and be out. I looked under cups, boxes, and cushions to find money. I only found a dollar, but what is that going to do? Nine dollars in my pocket not going to make a change. I hurried up the stairs to make. My door had holes in it, everything I had was broken. Except the picture of my dad and me. I was surprised, my feeling broke down and I felt a smile a merge on my face. I walked pass my room to my fathers room. I went in his dresser to pull out 20 dollars. "Perfect!," I whispered quietly. I ran down the stairs back out the door. I decided to go to the Warehouse. I love the Warehouse they have amazing food even though their name. I just walked the two miles.
YOU ARE READING
Get Away
KurzgeschichtenA teenaged girl, Nancy is angry at the world and hated her life and she has to put her life in danger by herself. *WARNING* there will be self harm