Dear Family

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Chapter 1 

           My name is Avery Dawn and I am considered a runaway, a fugitive a deserter, well that's how the dictionary explains my status. However I think of myself as a traveler, nomad and a sightseer. I ran away from home yesterday because I was sick of the way they treated me, and so I left without a trace. No cell phone, laptop, credit card, no nothing, however I did manage to bring clothes, tool I might need and accumulate around 400 dollars. I could've brought more, my dad owns a major stock company that brings in a ton of money yearly, but when you’re in a rush you don’t really think about those things. It would’ve come in handy because I'm only 16 and a so called "runaway" not a lot of sensible people will want to hire me, so I’ll be looking for a while.

My dream job is to get a job as a news journalist or book author because ever since I was young I would write these fantasy/action stories and I would read constantly but since I’m one of the heirs to my father’s big company 'The Dawn Company' being a journalist or author just won’t cut it, but now since I’m on my own I’m going to give it a try. I could even see it now my name at the tops and bottoms of hundreds of columns or books, I would be the head chief, have my own office and everything. People would bring me coffee in the morning and would greet me saying "Morning Ms. Avery

"3:30am train to Chicago Last call" the announcers voiced roared through the speakers

"Shit" I cursed under my breath realizing it was my train that was boarding. I grabbed my bag and ran to station C where my train was boarding.

            As I found a seat in the train I laid my head down hoping to get some rest for at least a little while but the TV in the train came on and the first thing that caught my attention was my traitorous family standing in front of our home no wait correction ‘House’, a home is where everyone is loved. There was also a picture on the screen located in the left corner, of me smiling at one of my soccer games.

First my mother spoke "Please we need our daughter back, if anyone has seen here please call this number" she said sobbing fake tears and blowing her red nose into a hanker-chief, I chuckled softly at the sight of her red nose, everyone watching probably thought that those tears and sobs were real and sincere little did they know my mother was an actor back in the days and she was pretty darn good at it but when she married my wrenched father her career became a permanent stay at home mom.    

"Please I need my little sister, she means the world to me I love her so much" My older Gabe said as he looked to the ground trying to look sad and a little vulnerable. Little did they know Gabe was a complete player never vulnerable; he uses his Italian features from my mom to charm every girl that passes by. He's the main reason I had no friends he'd always flirt with all the girls that every came close to me knowing that I wouldn't want to hang out with them after that.

Then my father spoke “If anyone finds my little girl there will be a 50,000 award” he said keeping a serious face, at least he wasn't lying to the camera. His cold, dark brown eyes never showed any emotion at all, His black bazillion hair was slicked back with gel and not even the wind could move a stand out of place. Let's not forget the black suit that he was wearing that was neat and not a single wrinkle or crease mark was spotted. To many people he looked professional and hardworking to me he looked plain old Fake.

            Then the reporter started to speak “Avery if your somewhere out there listening please know that your family loves you dearly and will be looking for you high and low so don't worry you'll be found" Then the channel changed to something else.

     Wow what a bunch of fakes they don't want me they never really did all they care about is their selves. What they actually want is the flash drive I stole that contains information on all three of them that could ruin their lives permanently; they just want to get me back so I won't expose them to the world. However I wasn't going to expose them just yet I was going to make them worry and suffer just like the made me.

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