I'm Running Away From My Family...But I'm Ran Into This Guy Instead.

Project:Runaway 3

You may think that our family is perfect, you know...with all this respect the parents thing-y. siblings having a great bond, and all that...but trust me? THIS FAMILY IS CRAZY.

"I'm...I'm sorry Mom, but...could you please repeat that again?" I asked.

"Mom! You told me ...you PROMISED me that Sheyna wouldn't undergo this family bullshit tradition!" Chris suddenly snapped.

WHAT? Chris knew about this and he never told me???

"Dame, you're language!" Dad said and Chris shut back up and looked helplessly at mom.

"I'm very sorry Dame, but a tradition's a tradition." Mom said then looked back at me. "Grey, dear. Let me explain. Ever since you're great grandmother, we've been undergoing this family tradition. That every girl or woman in the family must either be like your Dad, brother and I, which are actresses, models, or anything in the showbiz...or we'll arrange you up with a marriage. Unless you've already got a man you'd want to marry..." Mom explained.

Deep down inside me, I could feel anger starting to heat up. Anger towards myself, but mostly at this freaking stupid tradition...

I stared blankly at them. The two roads that I'll have to choose from are both leading to one direction... the destruction of my life.

Be a celebrity? I've worked hard for 21 years, I've tried to survive college, I've been independent all along, I've tried to be the perfect little daughter...I wanted to be a designer, an international chef! But never a celebrity!

Get married? Arranged? NO WAY! I may have suitors...but I got no intention at marrying any of them. And when I'm still in college? My grades would go bungee jumping from A to F.

So...what to choose...what to choose...Then a thought came up to my mind...

"Mom, Dad. I'll need some time alone...in my room, if I may." I spoke up

"Sure Dear...Just don't take too long to decide." Dad smiled at me and so did Mom. Chris looked at me with both pity and perplexity.

I quickly ran up to my room, the very second I left, I could hear my brother arguing with my parents.

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The second the thought came into my mind, I thought I was crazy!!!

Runaway? What good will that do to me?

So, okay, let's see my options.

If I run away, I'll definitely be going to some place far away from here...I'm thinking New York, that's pretty far...I guess...and a good place to live, too. But then, I sure I'd be hunted down by the media, wanting to question me why I ran away or something like that, or maybe the police would search for me, thinking I was kidnapped.

The next option is stay here. A few years from now, I could see myself having an ugly husband who I don't love or maybe even forced by my own parents to have a child. I could also see myself having no college diploma, which causes me to be stressed out every day regretting what I chose...and getting older every second.

Or if I become a celebrity, I'm pretty sure my house would be either bugged, or video cam-ed by people. And every day, I couldn't even go to the mall without being flooded by people.

So...hide forever, look old at an early age, or never have privacy? I choose............................................

DAMN THIS IS HARD! Fine...

I'll just run away.

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Chris's POV