Prologue-
Have you ever felt completely alone? So alone that you have even forgotten what having a friend feels like? I am guessing not. Well, I have. Now I am no longer alone, having found somewhere I truly fit in. I suppose now you want to know how it all happened. Well I may as well tell you. Here is the story of how I, one of the loneliest people on the planet, came to be surrounded by people who I can safely say are my best and only friends in the world.
First off, I will tell you how I got to the whole “completely alone” stage. Well, unlike most people seem to think whenever anyone mentions running away, I was not orphaned or anything at all like that. In fact my life would have been considered very normal, nothing extraordinary and nothing terrible happened. Nothing. My life was extremely normal and, if I’m honest, extremely boring. Every day the same routine. Wake up; get ready; go to school; come home; do homework; read a book and then go to sleep. Then start the whole cycle again. I lived with my mother and father, who both led very normal lives. They both had steady jobs and they both had friends and family that they would go and see sometimes to catch up. Exactly like everyone else’s parents.
All of this normalcy was interrupted when my mother found out she was pregnant. I was only 11 so I was not particularly aware of how much my life would change when I had a new sibling. Oh how naïve I was, thinking that my life would just continue in its boring and normal way.
As soon as my younger sister was born, I could sense the difference. My parents attitude towards me slowly but surely changed from one of complete delight at anything I did, to one of complete and utter annoyance at me when I demanded their attention. They grew increasingly impatient with me day by day until, eventually 4 years after the birth of my little sister, I could not even speak to them without one of them losing their temper and shouting at me. Nothing that I did, no matter how great the achievement, impressed my parents. They were absolutely infatuated with her. Josie. They named her Josie after one of my mother’s friends that tragically died in a car crash when they were younger. This apparently was showing respect for her long dead friend, by naming this snotty 4 year old after her.
Josie was just like any other 4 year old: overexcited all the time and hyperactive. She was also one of the most spoilt children I have ever seen and, considering we did not have an overly huge amount of money, that is saying a lot. If she ever wanted anything, our parents would instantly dash out and buy it for her. This practice did not stretch over into how they treated me however. Even if I desperately needed something, they would not buy it for me. If it was something I needed for school, my Aunt Hannah would buy it for me, being as secretive as she could so my parents would not find out. She did not know how I was being treated by my parents and she thought that I just didn’t want to be a burden on my parents, especially since Josie would be going to school soon. Well I say going to school, she is going to be home schooled by my mother who is quitting her job as a teacher at my school just so she can teach her.
Other than the fact that I had always been a bit of a nerd, choosing reading a book over hanging out with people, my appearance didn’t exactly make me any friends either. I had old and worn out looking school uniform while everyone else got a new set every year. Even out of school I was the odd one out. I almost always used to wear my dark grey hoodie, which was slightly too big for me even though I had had it for almost 3 years, blue jeans that were quite baggy and look slightly worn out and white trainers that were about the newest things I owned. I got the trainers from Aunt Hannah one Christmas, and by the middle of that year, they were slightly scuffed around the edges but they were still relatively new looking. I also wore black-framed glasses that added to the whole ‘nerdy’ look. Because of all of this, and the fact that I generally was quite antisocial as it was, I did not have any friends what so ever. Luckily I did not get bullied, I think it was probably because everyone felt quite sorry for me but not enough to warrant trying to engage in conversation with me.
After I put up with this for 5 years, five years of hell in my opinion, I finally decided that I had to leave. I waited until after my 16th birthday though so as to ensure that I got to see at least some of my family before I ran away. I was surprised when I went round my Aunt Hannah’s house, like I usually did after school, and found her sitting waiting for me with a rucksack on her lap. After walking in and sitting down next to her, we talked about what has been happening over the last couple of years. I finally told her about how I was being treated by my parents. It turns out that she knew all along and had figured out that I was going to run away today. She had gone round my parent’s house while I was at school and, after making up an excuse of “having to powder her nose”, she managed to sneak up into my room and grab everything and anything that looked like it was of any importance. Apparently she is really good at working out what matters and what doesn’t as she had collected everything that I had intended on taking with me, even down to what book I was going to take. After another hour of talking to her and exchanging fond farewells, I finally took my leave and ran away.
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A/N: Hello guys! This is the prologue to a story that I am writing. I am in the middle of writing chapter one so hopefully I should be able to finish it and upload it soon. I was wondering, would you like the chapters to be: shorter than this, longer than this or about the same as this. Please let me know in the comments. I hope you like this! Thanks for reading. Byeeeeee c:
