Short Stories

Runaway

     I have to leave. There's no way I'm going to stay here knowing that I would have to deal with them my whole life.
      I am a foster kid, who lost her parents at 5. My dad left my mom and I, and one day she just lost it, and..went away. I was with my grandma at the time, and she took care of me until I became 10. She had passed away, and no one else could take care of me. I was basically destined for getting into the foster system since the start.
      My mom and dad never wanted me. I heard them talking one time when I was really young, about giving me up. They wanted to get a divorce, and give me up, not having anything to do with me. I always wonder if I will ever be happy.
      Now, I'm packing up my things to run away. The foster home I'm in now isn't any better than ones I've been in before. They hit me, treat me like a servant, and don't even love me. Now I plan to run away, to wherever I can find a nice home, and plan to live on my own.
      All I've ever learned from being a foster kid in a foster home is, I should learn to live on my own. So here I am, learning to live on my own.
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      I start to walk quietly out of my "room," a duffle bag resting on my back. I grab a few snacks, water, and blankets from cabinets in the house. I might as well steal so I can, A: Get a head start on my "independent living," and B: Get revenge for the way they treated me. I also steal some money from the money jar they have. They put a lock on that ever since I came in. They don't trust me. And they were right to be so.
      I walk out the front door, in some magical way, not making any noise, and run down the street to the bus stop.
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      I wait for a while for a bus to come, then remember it's 12:00 am. The buses in my area don't come out that time. The bus drivers actually rarely come out during the day time. That's my neighborhood for ya.
      So, I head to plan B. Which is nothing. I don't know what to do, so I start walking around. I stumble upon a 24 hour shop that provides (what it says on the sign above,) "The Supplies of a Life Time!" I roll my eyes, knowing how cheesy that is. Like seriously, Mac-N-Cheese, cheesy. Ok that was cheesy as well. Ok I'm hungry now.
      I sit down on the cement, and start to take out a granola bar that I stole from my foster "family." Just as I bit into the bar, feet arrived to be in my view on the side of my eyes.
"Hello? Do you need help dear?" A female voice said.
"Uhh, yeah.." I said not looking towards the face yet.
"Can I..ask your name?" The voice said again.
"Alex. Alex George." I continue packing my things up, so I could stand and meet the person more formally.
"..Alexis?" The voice said.
I stood up slowly, turning my head the same way. I could never believe who it was.

A/N: I'm so sorry for letting it hang like this! If you guys want me to make this a real story on my watt pad, just let me know in the comments! Thanks! ~FaithfulAuthor PS: always have faith!