Little Runaway (1D Adoption Story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Andrea's pov:

My hands wandered past the bricks of an old house that I used to love looking at.

I used to love doing a lot of things, like come home after school, playing soccer with my dad and cooking with my mom..

Now I'm on the run. On the run for my father, running away far far away from him.

Then, June 22nd, 2011.

''ANDREA ELIZABETH ROSE MILLER GET DOWN HERE!'' My dad had yelled at me, quickly I ran into the livingroom. ''Yes dad?'' I asked him.

His eyes burned into my soul as he took out his gun and pointed it at me, my hands started sweating and my breath couldn't be controlled.

He then pointed it at my mother who stood in the corner of the room, ''please, don't,'' she begged him.

He pointed the gun back to me, my mother took one step forward, quickly he changed the directions of his gun back to my mother.

'Run.' She mouthed at me. ''No!'' I yelled out loud. ''Just do it..'' She whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

In my mind I counted to 3.

1,

2,

3,

I ran the fastest I could, I heard him shoot, shoot my mother..

Today, June 22nd 2013.

It had been 2 years since that day, the day I made a big mistake and let my selfish side take over.

I could've stayed with her, and gone with her. But all I thought about was obeying my mother and running, running like the world was going to end.

It did for my mother, it all ended for her, and started for me.

'If I make it, I'll see you on the other side.'

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Today is not only the day to remember my mother, that it had been 2 years since I last saw her, but it's also my 12th birthday.

I hate my birthday and I feel like you can tell why.

For 2 years today I lived on the street, travelled from Atlanta, Georgia, USA to London, UK, ran away many times from the police and child service.

''Daddy, no!'' A cute toddler giggles at her father who is tickling her.

Oh how I wish I could back to the time, being all giggly with my parents, but things got pretty messed up.

So messed up that nothing can fix it.

Like a mirror, shattered in hundreds of tiny pieces, unfixable, just like my family.

Sometimes people don't think enough, they only think of themselves and of the moment.

That's so wrong.

You should not only think about yourself but also of the decisions you make, how it could affect other people and their future.

Think past forward, mistakes like these could be undone.

But here I am, in London, all alone, because my parents made mistakes and made me suffer from them.

The time flies by as I skate trough the city.

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First chapter, how do you like it?

I know it's short but longer chapters are coming! I just didn't want all the good stuff in one chapter yanno.