The Runaway

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Friday

I'm sitting on the couch at 10 o'clock at night and my foster mom walk in. I think great couldn't she have come home later. I get up to walk up to my room because I didn't feel like dealing with her tonight. As I'm walking to the stairs my foster dad walks in. UGHH NO. I start to immediately start walking faster. But he decides to pull the back of my shirt almost chocking me. He slams me into a wall and kicks me in the stomach and walks away. I quickly go upstairs to my room and start crying. I grab my journal and start writing. Dear Journal,
My life is a wreck. I don't have any friend, my foster home sucks, and I  get bullied at school. Why does my life have to be like this...I slowly drift off to a deep sleep.

It's Saturday and instead of going to downstairs to make breakfast like usual I grab my backpack stuff it with clothes, put my sneakers and a beanie on, grab my phone, slip on a hoodie and go out the window and never come back.
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Authors note:
Heyllo guys👋 I'm Hazel. I know this short put I will be updating this frequently over the summer! Hope you like it!

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