Prologue:
"It's not fair!", I shrieked as loud as I could. She slapped me with the back of her hand. Her
wedding ring scraping my flushed cheek.
Running around the corner I dashed up the carpeted stairs counting each one slowly. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-1. I feel no more steps under my feet, but instead my whole body. I'm such a clutz.
I ran down the hall running past my mom's, mine, and my little sisters' room. I got to the near end of the hallway when I abruptly turned to find myself in the bathroom.
"I can't wait until I leave this fucking hell hole. I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" I wail right before I slam the door and twist the lock towards my right.
I turn on the light and rapidly rip open the second to last drawer on the left. I grab my wallet and open it to find a twenty, a few fives, and a single. "Shit." I mumble. I know what I need to do. I unhinge the window while grabbing on to the window seal. I stare at the ground 10 feet below me.
I need to jump.
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The Sweet Escape
Teen FictionTavora Jessens has nothing close to an ordinary life and it's just getting worse from here. As she hears some very life-changing news from her parents she decides to run away from her small town of Gretson. But, like always, misfortune follows her e...
