Runaway

New York

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I looked down at my plane ticket to New York and took a breathe. This is it. I shivered slightly as a soft wind blew accross my face making my face colder than it already is. Nervously, I looked around at the people walking past me to the entrance.

With a sigh I forced myself to move my legs and walk. I threw on my hoodie and looked down making sure no one see's me. Once I make it through the entrance I immediately spot McDonalds. I start walking towards it when I hear my stomach growl. I have time to spare since I came here 5 hours earlier until my plane took off. I didn't want to take any chances.

After I was done ordering two Mc chickens and a coffe I sat myself in the back corner. I leave my head down and notice my right leg bouncing up and down. Nervous habit of mine. I try to stop but it seemed to have a mind of its own.

"120!" I hear the lady shout. I immidieately bolt out of my seat and start making my way towards my food not paying attention to anything around me. Stupid idea of mine. I was half way there when I felt an elbow crash into my right rib cage. My breathe hitches and I still, in pain.

I grit my teeth trying to keep myself from shouting in pain. "Shit! I'm sorry!" A males voice shouts right beside my ear. I try to calm down as his voice starts making me tipsy.

"Mhm," I nod without even turning towards the dude. I'm not even sure he even heard me. But all I knew is that theres was too much attention on me so I had to get out of there. And that's exactly what I did after getting my food.

After escaping that horrific scene I manage to find an open seat next to some ladies who looked to be in their late 30's. I took my time enjoying my food occasionally shifting in my seat when my rib cage hurt.

Once I was done eating I got up to do what I had to do. After three slow hours I was thankful that I had about an hour and thirty minutes to spare until my flight. Right now it's 5:32 and my plane doesn't take off until 7:00.

I walked towards the same spot I wassitting before and saw it was still open. I sat myself down and took out a book to read from my backpack. I know it sounds stupid but that was one of the few things I have right now in my backpack. I have the little things I need like underwear, a toothbrush, and stuff like that. But I also have my very own credit card.

Coming from a wealthy family means birthday parties and gifts. From when I was very little I had my mind set on escaping. Every birthday party since I was young I saved my money and any other money I can get my hands on. Any penny, nickle, dime, or dollar was valuable to me. They were my boost to survive when I escaped.

And now that I am free I don't plan on taking it for granted. I was finally free from my very own hell. It did take a lot of planning but it's safe to say that it worked. What I'm relieved about is I don't regret running away from where I lived my whole life. I did doubt myself but right now I don't feel any sense of going back. Plus, I'm eighteen and it's legal for me to live on my own.