Chronicles of Avalon

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I stole down the stairs silent as the night. A pack full of the necessities slung over my shoulder. I slipped through the the halls to the front door. Placing my hand on the knob, I turned and pushed.

The door let out a long, loud creak.

I held my breath, silent for a minute, listening to see if Id woken anyone up. When none came I left. I ran as quickly and quietly as I dared. Before stopping at the end of the street, spinning around on my heels, glancing briefly at the starry sky and mockingly saluting the house that I'd hated so much. The squat two story red brick monstrosity with flower boxes full of garish red poppies in the windows, seemed to stare back mocking me.

I didn't plan on returning to the old house any time soon. I was going and I didn't care what grandma or grandpa would think, say or do. I just needed to get away. It was killing me, they were killing me. Maybe one day I'd go back, to prove that I could live without their constant patronizing comments and silly rules.

Grandma Hazel was a tall thin (although a better word might be gaunt) fair haired woman who thought fresh air was poison. Grandpa Dan wasn't much better, he went along with everything she said. Our relation sprang from my father's side, it wasn't one that I was happy to have. And after the day that I'd had with them I needed to get away. Originally I had planned to leave in a month on grandma's birthday when my parents came for a visit to see how I was coming along, it would've given my disappearance maximum effect.

Now my plan was to board a train for New York and stay with my aunt in the suburbs. I was pretty sure she wouldn't betray me too. She was mad at my parents (had been for the past seven years) she could hold a grudge. She'd also always been kind to me. We'd gotten along swimmingly. I was sure she'd take me in.