5 Months Later
Rose
Rose, are you really sure that you want to do this? It's dangerous and you know it, Samantha texts me in the dark of night, knowing what I'm about to do.
I immediately shoot back a text, Yes I do, and I'm sorry that it's so abrupt and out of the blue, but I am done hiding, and they only way to avoid being beaten again is to run. I'm sorry, but it's for the best whether you like it or not. Remember, you have my new number, (794) 726-2015, if you need to text me.
Okay, just, please, don't get yourself killed, and text me everyday.
Once you've made sure you have everything you need, meet me at Keinter Park, my parents aren't in town this week, so I'll drive you an hour out of town. Make sure to wear your makeup too, so no-one recognizes you, because that would ruin your entire plan, and we wouldn't want that would we?
When she says this, I blush, wondering she would care enough about my safety, and not getting caught, when I'm doing something that potentiality, if caught, could get me in more trouble than I have ever known in my life. I Respond No we would not, I don't want to live in this hell hole known as Petesburg any longer. But, thank you Samantha, I'll make sure I'm not missing anything. I'll be there in a half hour.
You better be, or I'm not taking you.
I think to myself, Shit, she's not joking is she? After I realize that she's really not, I quickly empty my bag in an effort to double check that I have everything I need to make it on my own until I find a place to go, such as the 47 and a half thousand dollars I've made working for the past year at Dollar General just down the road, canned food, clothing double check my bag, clothing, and plenty of makeup and nail polish. After I finished packing, I switch out of my pajamas and throw my black body shaper, black skiny jeans, and a bamd tee, before appling my foundation so I can apply the rest as I make my way down to Keinter Park. Just before I leave, I put my goodbye letter to my abusers on the island, then make my way back to my room, careful not to wake my parents and sneak out the window.
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Dear Caitlyn and Robert Lorenzini,
I'm sorry for everything I've done and I'm sorry for being a horrible son. I know I haven't turned out to be the perfect son I seemed to be when I was younger. I know you've hated me for the longest time, ever since you saw me wearing my orange sungown five months ago. I'm sorry that you had to find out that way, but what you saw was me. I know you're completely against the fact that I am trans, so I guess that I must leave, and I guess thats for the better. So for now and forever, this is goodbye from your only daughter. Farewell.
~From,
Rosaline Laveryne Victorski
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Runaway
أدب المراهقينRose Victorski is a 14 year old mtf transgender teen who runs away from the abusive household that she has always called home. With the help of friends, she begins a new life far away from her parents. Along the way, she meets ____. This book is a w...
