This Is My Life

17

A soft, mumbled apology was all I heard back before the dark figure began to retreat. Maybe the person didn't recognize my voice.

I placed my hands over the two tombstone, saying my last goodbyes before heading back in the direction of home. I did not see the girl that was once in the graveyard with me. I wasn't sure if I should be worried. I decided just to walk faster out of there before I found her again, or anyone else.

When I got home, I saw my newly painted house. Grandma must've called someone in to paint over it. I was going to remember to thank her for that later. I was glad that she was talking to me more now. I needed someone to be there for me, especially now.

Since she had been so good to me the past few days, I wanted to include her in my plan to run away. Maybe she would agree. We could both move away someplace that isn't here. I planned on asking her first thing in the morning.

When I jumped out of bed the next morning, I nearly ran to the kitchen, looking for my grandmother. To my surprise she wasn't there. There was no coffee brewing in the coffee pot, there was no bred toasting. It was unusual for her. She was always an early riser. I checked her bedroom, quietly opening the door, but again she was not in there.

Beginning to panic now, I rushed through the rest of the house, which wasn't much, looking for her. There was no grandma, but there was a note on the front door.

You need to go to school today. I do not like getting these phone calls from the school anymore. I know you are having a rough time, but it's not that bad. I have gone to a meeting at your school, to talk about your absents. ~ Grandma

Did she really just write that... It's not that bad. She had no idea how bad it was! After I thought she was starting to understand. She hadn't the slightest clue about how bad things were. I was furious, and most certainly not going to school today.

I ran to my room and grabbed a couple big dufflebags from under my bed. I grabbed all the stuff I could and filled them up. Taking all the stuff I thought I needed. When my parents died, money was left to me, grandma said to save it for a car, or a house. I guess this situation was close enough.

I grabbed my purse and the debt card, stashed away, full with my parents money. They had a decent amount saved up, plus their life insurance, and if that wasn't enough, there was a savings account for my future college fund.

Nothing was stopping me now. I was leaving this place and not looking back. Screw all the people in this town. I was going to start all over, and I was going to do it alone.

As I was finishing up with packing essentials, I heard the front door open.