The Great Escape

II

Where did I plan on going? I have no clue. When did I plan on leaving this hell hole? As soon as possible.
There was one person I needed to talk to first before leaving.
Naomi.
I picked up my phone and dialed her number and waited for someone to pick up the phone.

H-hello?
"Naomi, it's me Rose" I said with a smile on my face.
"Roseline! Oh my goodness! How are you dear?"
"I'm good sort of..."
Naomi knows all about my past and about my situation with Jaimie and she has always wanted me to live my dreams and leave this "hell hole"
"I'm leaving" I said quietly.
"Y-your what?!"
"I'm leaving! I'm done, I'm leaving New York I'm leaving!" I yelled.
"That's great to hear gorgeous! Where do you plan on going? Where are you planning on going?" She questioned.
"I have absolutely no idea.. Jaimie's in Brooklyn at the moment with some friends doing god knows what. So I'm planning on leaving tonight."
"Oh honey, I'm so happy for you and nervous for you... do you have any money? I'll give some to you if you'd like!" She said.
"I'm great on cash I've been saving up since I've started working back when I was in foster care. Also I'm taking some from Jaimie. He and his family have so much money that they won't even be able to tell if I took a couple hundred dollars." I laughed.
"That is true.." she said.
"J-just call me wherever you end up going..." she said worriedly.
"Don't worry Naomi, I will." I giggled.
"I love you so much hun, be safe." She said.
"I love you too. And don't worry I will." I said with a grin on my face.
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I ran up to my apartment and started packing. I don't know why I'm in such a rush it's Friday evening and Jaimie is coming home Sunday. But the sooner I get out of here the better. I grabbed my clothes, my journals, my art supplies and my camera.

I've always been in love with the arts. I was always the artistic kid. Photography, art, and journalism is something I'm so passionate about.

I grabbed some of my favorite records that I have that were my parents that Naomi gave to me. I love vinyl. Jaimie thinks it's stupid and tries throwing it out but I always get it back.

And lastly I grabbed a framed picture of my parents. I took a long glance at it but quickly put it in my bag before I started to get emotional and cry.

This is it...
I'm actually doing this.
I'm leaving..

I took a cab to the airport and went over to the desk.
"Hi, one ticket to somewhere far away from here please" the old man laughed. He had gray hair and had a thick New York accent. He looked on the computer and less than a minute later he responded.
"Well doll, your in luck, there's a non-stop flight to Paris that leaves at 9:00 p.m" I looked at the time and saw it was 7:30, perfect.

"Okay. One ticket to Paris it is."