Hi this is just a one man FanFic, Robyn is writing this ONE HELL YEAH!
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I smirked in triumph and punched her straight in the nose. Sophie Jades stumbled then landed on her butt with a thump. The crowd looked at me pure shock, never have I once retorted or even looked at them when they tormented me, but they took it a step to far. They called my mother a whore, they don't know my mother HELL I don't my mother!
I spat near at her feet and charged out of the school, no point staying with dyselxia and ADHD it's not like I get decent grades.
When I got to the tiny flat me and my father live in. My dad was laid past out from drink on the sofa, I just shook my head distgusted headed straight to my room. I took the already packed bag from under my bed.
In it is:
3 sets of clothes
A knife
Pepper Spray
3 Book
Artpad and penciles
5 packs of Matches
A Mirror
4 paper clips (Over the years I have perfected the art of lock picking)
And my locket that has 3 A's on it.
and then £5450 quid in cash that I've been saving since I was eight, with Saturday jobs, working left right and centre and over the seven years it just piled, up so now I'm getting a one way ticket to New York. I left a note on the fridge for my father saying:
I've gone don't try to find me,
I mean it's not like you give a crap.
I just hope when you wake up that you realize that you were the only person I ever loved and now you are dead to me. I can't remember a time when you weren't drunk or past out so this is goodbye.
Love Jerealia
Jerealia is the name my mum picked out for me, or so my dad says when he's sober enough to speak that is. She said it was the name of a Princess Warrior and that some day I'd live up to my name, then dad would ruin the moment by either keeling over or burping really loud and falling over. I nodded to myself and left the dingy room with one last glance at my father. I will never understand why I feel no remorse for leaving him maybe it's because I know I'm meant to do this. People were staring at my odd apperance as I walked to the Train Station I mean I can't blame them, half my hair is raven black and the other half is silver, I would say its a new style I'm trying but the truth is I was born with it. My eyes black with flecks of every colour in it literally. Blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, silver, brown and sometimes gold. But if I get a really strong emotion then normaly it shows in my eyes, like when I punched Sophie I saw the fright on her friends faces because my eyes turned red when I'm sad they turn this really deep light blue, green and silver and when I cry my tears are silver its really weird so I stopped crying when I was eight because the kids at school said I was a robot. I have a heart shaped face and small button nose, I mean if I didn't have eyes that can look into your soul or hair that looks like a punk dyed it maybe I would be cute. I pulled up the hood of my jacket so my hair was hidden and kept my eyes on the floor. The trip from Wakefield to London was really long and I fell asleep a very kind elderly old woman woke me up I thanked her and she when she saw my eyes she backed away, and I looked down again feeling really ashamed I don't know why either because its not my fault right?
