Escape.

Chapter 1

Sorry for mistakes!

Chapter 1

A little girl. That's all she was. She didn't know how the world worked, or that her family was well off. All she knew was that her parents loved her and they made sure she knew that, for they told her every day.

Jennifer age 9*

I looked up at my father, gazing in his dark brown eyes and pale face.

"Happy birthday Jennifer my love. I love you so very much." he said as he handed me a little box.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Open it to find out." He said, a smile appearing, showing his perfect, straight teeth.

I opened the box to find a little heart necklace. I looked at the little print that said pure gold. It was so pretty.

"Daddy thank you so much!" I exclamed, while opening my arms to hug his large body.

"You are welcome my love. I want you to know that me and mommy love you very, very much and we would never want you to think different. I want you to wear this every day, and with everything,try not to loose this." He said.

"Turn the heart around!" He said while running his fingers through his hair.

I did within seconds and I saw the most beautiful angel and under it, it said forever.

My father looked down at me and said, " This necklace will help protect you from everything. This is why I want you to wear it everyday to make sure you stay safe." He took out the necklace from the box and lifted up my dark blonde hair to put on the necklace.

That was the last thing my parents had bought me.

***12 years later***

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

"Alright I'm up, geesh," I say, rubbing my eyes, grogily.

It takes me a second to realize my face was hot. This was not a fever, it was tingling. There is cracking coming from the back of my room and whimpering from my dog on the side of my bed.This was not an alarm clock waking me up, indeed it was a fire alarm.

Fire ingulfed my pink room, burning everything, from my artwork, to photos to teddy bears, I need to get out. Now.

I take my blanket from my bed and take my little chihuahua who was currently shaking in my arms and run as fast as I can down the stairs of my little cottage. I keep running, adrenline taking over my body as I grab all the pictures and artwork that I created in the shortest amount of time. My vision is being blurred with tears, I can't not believe that this is happening to me. I run still holding my dog, Sophia while taking my phone out to the outside of my house. Trees were surrounding the whole cottage, I lived in the forest. It was always peaceful, and amazing to draw the birds migrating in the morning sky. Getting back to reality, panting, I call 911. I'm so out of breath, everything is spinning.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" the caller operater asks.

"My.... m... my house is on fire!" I say, tears rushing from my eyes.

"Ok is there anyone else in the apartment?" The lady asks.

"No it's just me and my dog, we are both safe", I say.

"Ok we need you to tell us the address and we will send people to let it out," the operater says calmly.

It was very obvious that she was used to doing this.

I tell her my address and she said the fire trucks were on their way.

I can't handle it anymore. Seeing everything I had worked for was burning right in front of my eyes. I was lucky I'm the only one there, besides my dog.

Pacing back and fourth with Sophia in my hands, I think about all my artwork burning in my apartment. My parents had always made me earn everything ever since I turned ten, saying I needed to be ready to be an adult. It wasn't like my parents couldn't afford all the stuff I had, to face it, they are rich. No one would ever believe that I had money on my parents side, for I drived an old truck and owned a two room, one living room- well not anymore house.

My hands go under my shirt to try to find my necklace that I've worn everyday and turn it up and down tracing the engraving with my fingers calming me down. "This necklace will protect you from everything." my dad's words resurfaced my memory. Seconds later, two red firetrucksarrived. Everything is a blur, with them taking out the fire, to them telling me what the cost of all the damage is and for them taking out the fire.

"5,000 dollars, are you serious?" I ask the firefighter.

"I'm sorry miss, this isn't an exact estimate but this is just considering what has been damaged and of using all of our equipment to let out the fire." The firefighter says, sadness clear in his eyes.

Tears filled my eyes once more, as I went on my knees and cried in from of my burnt cottage. Sounds  blurred as I'm  crying, I just wanted to get away. I didn't want to see the destruction in front of my eyes.

This was all my parent's fault. If my mom helped me in my life instead of being caught up in her own life, I would have known what to do. Once I turned 17, my parents started not even caring about the things I did. I was a good kid, all A's, doing Drama and Sports, and everyone told me I lucky to have the perfect life. Little did they know that at night I would sneak money from my mom's change counter just to get food. I would have to work almost all hours I wasn't at school so that made me all occupied to have any time with my friends. They were so rude to me, it had always disgusted me to even call them my parents.

Now being twenty one, living on my own, which didn't end up so well, consdering of my burnt house and burnt belongings, I want to start new. I need to leave, escape. Grabbing my dog, I run into the now extinguished house, running up the stairs to my bedroom. I'm lucky I wasn't loosing my whole  house, because only my top floor was at the time on fire. Grabbing a plastic bag, I take all the non burnt items from my bathroom and desk; a comb, toothbrush, Sophia's leash, some of my pencils that were in a metal tin, paper, a coat, a pair of jeans, pillow, personal items, hair bands,  and a plain white tee. I run to my desk and open up the bottom drawer to be greeted with money. I take all of the 5,000 dollars out to put it inside my pillow case. All of the hard work money that I have earned over the years for a day like today. I tie it up and put it around my wrist. I run back down the stairs, grabbing a blacket, some food from the pantry and fridge, a water bottle and Sophia's dog food.

I run outside, just to be greeted by cool air. I look around my cottage to find the firefighters have now left. I run to my beat- up truck and open the door, and jump in to the drivers seat to be greeted with   my car freshener, suckleberry, and set Sophia down on the old leather passenger seats. I make sure I had my cell phone, clicked it on and found out it was only 7 am. Great way to start the morning, I thought to myself, as I started the engine.

A/N

I thought I should give this writing thing a shot. Lol. It probably is really bad :P

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