On The Run

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     (Standard X Reader stuff, E/C is eye color, F/C is your fav color, Y/N is your name, ect. ect. If there is a unique one I will let you know. Give me your feedback, and have a good day/night!)


   You ran as fast as your legs would take you. The weight of your backpack was slowing you down, but you don't dare to leave it behind. You finally made it you your tree house/hide out after what felt like hours of running. You run up the ladder, and hide, keeping the lights you strung up in your tree hideout off. Not to long after you climbed up, a voice yelled from nearby in the forest.

"Y/N Get out here! Please, we miss you!" Your Mother yelled, followed by your dad.

Your parents were not abusive, but you just cannot stand them. They never respect you. You are their maid. They cared for you, but they made you do everything.

After an hour, they had finally left the area. You looked out the makeshift window, and see nothing. You sigh with relief, and switch on the Christmas lights you had hung on the ceiling. The hide out was fairly simple; a few bean bag chairs, a homemade wood coffee table, a little dresser also made from wood, and you actually had outlets. How? You used a nearby house.

They knew, and they let you because number one, you never use much power, and two, they knew your situation.

You sigh once more and plop down in a F/C bean bag. You open your backpack. It had a F/C laptop and charger, a phone, phone charger, ear buds, books, and a few pairs of clothes. You had other clothes in the wood dresser. But the reason you refused to let this go is because of a picture at the bottom. It was a picture of your best friend and you before they moved away. Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You stuff everything but the laptop and charger back into your bag. You plug in your charger and go through your Tumblr from your computer for a while. You eventually got bored and put the computer to the side.

Your mind starts to wander to your parents. You wipe away a few tears that had fallen down your cheeks. A bang came on the trapdoor above the ladder. someone wanted in. You looked through a little hole in the wood to see.....

??????? Pov

I was running from my camp. I just needed a break.... Apparently no one liked that idea. They all expect me to be like my father, but I hate science, and I HATE people telling me what to do. Im not into that kind of work. I slow down in the middle of a forest, and I wander around for a while looking for a shelter. Just for the night, then I would have to go back. Not to long of searching, I see a faint light inside a tree.

     I walk up to the tree, and see a small ladder leading up to a wooden platform. 'Maybe I could camp here for the night....' I say in my mind. I climb up the ladder carefully, and bang on the trap door above my head. Locked. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a E/C eye looking at me.

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