Sincerely, The Runaway

1. My One Shot

Author's note -  Bare with me, I haven't made a book before and so I hope you like it. What do you think will happen after this chapter? I would love to hear new ideas, and comment what you think. Thank you guys for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I tried to edit as best as I could - Abby

 

1 *tapes foot* 2 *tapes foot* 3*tapes foot* 4 *tapes foot* starts strumming.  Feeling the music go through my bones and feeling the rhythm fill up my soul. I start humming and bobbing my head with the beat. My uncles’ and dad played music, but don’t play that much anymore.  I learned some stuff before I decided I wanted guitar lessons. I live with my uncle Brad because my mom and dad are always traveling.  My uncle Brad is my second dad and I won’t want it any other way. I have the whole upstairs to myself, because my uncle Brad is getting old and doesn’t like going up stairs. So it looks like theirs an apartment up stair which in my cause it is. I babysit to pay him, and I ride my bike everywhere. I should learn how to ride a skate board, but I get anxiety and then I feel like throwing up; I’ll do it one day.  Living in Chicago is fun, but I want to see other places; like Alaska, California, and Arizona. I need to stop thinking about how my parent’s just got up and left me with my uncle. The only thing that helps my self-esteem is music, but I’m scared to show anyone. I am not accepted by the other students because I’m a head in school and they aren’t. I just want to be accepted, but at the same time I want to be different. I set my guitar down and walked outside. I love the architecture in Chicago, but I hate the floor of it. There are so many people I feel it is harder to hold on to my beliefs.

I walked out of my uncle’s house and looked around. Chicago, everyone not thinking about anyone else, and not noticing anyone else either. I put my headphones on and just started walking. I walked to the beat that blast through my ears. I looked down at my grey black boots, and black skinny jeans. I pulled my brown wavy hair into a ponytale because the wind was blowing my hair in my face. I took out my phone and looked at the time. 8:45 pm, and I have school tomorrow. It’s cold out since its January; well I finished finals last week, and the second semester is tomorrow. I looked up in the sky and watched little snowflakes fall. My phone starts ringing and I answer it.

“Hey, you need to come home. It’s time for you to go see my uncle at the airport in Alaska.” My uncle said and I could tell he was crying.

“Thank you, for everything. I’ll be home in a few.” I said hanging up, and looking around. I’ll miss the architecture. I will miss the lake and my best friend, who actually hasn’t talked with me for two months. She said that she was too busy being with her boyfriend and new best friend. I turned around and walked home. Once I got there I packed my stuff, and saw my uncle sitting on the steps and looked out the window. I slowly went down the stairs.

“Boo.” I said and my Uncle jumped up screaming. He put his hand on his heart and I laughed. He smiled and hugged me. I dropped my things and hugged him back.

“To tight” he said and I pulled back and he gasped.

“Sorry.” I said with a smile.

“I’ll miss you sweetie.” He said rapping his arm around me and I did the same. We picked up my stuff and walked out to the car. We put my things inside and he started the car.

“I need you to come here” I said and he walked over to me. I held up my camera and told him to go by the house. He looked at the camera and i got positioned to take the photo; He set his hands in his front pockets and smiled. I took two pictures and looked at him.

“Your turn.” He said taking the camera. I remembered the first time I was here; I lifted my arm to a plan that flew by and I did the same pose. I walked over to my uncle Brad thinking he didn't take the photo. I stopped in my tracks to change the song i was listening to. Once i changed the song, i started listening to Dear Me – Zach Berkman.  I looked up and notice he was stilling taking a picture. I smiled and I hugged him. I heard a click, and then I felt his arms wrap around me. We slowly pulled away and he handed me my camera. I didn’t look at the photos because it wouldn’t mean as much if I did. We sat in the car and he drove me to the airport. He parked and we walked for a while. Once we were in the airport he walked me all the way until he couldn’t walk anymore. I smiled and he waved goodbye. I hugged him and felt a few tears escape my eyes. He let go of me and I pulled away.