Just kidding (Jennifer Lawrence)

Going home.

I felt the fresh air air against my face. It felt so different from the cold sterile sir in the hospital. Could there be difference between air? I sauntered down the sidewalk taking my time, I mean there is no rush, right? I turn down the side alley that led to my small house. That's when I saw my dad's rusty old pickup truck pulling out of the driveway. This is bad, really bad. I darted behind a tree hoping for dear life I wouldn't give my self away. Luckily he drove by without a second thought. I sighed. That was a close one. I ran up the drive way and stooped down to grab the "hidden" key to our front door. But to my dismay, it wasn't there. I stood up quickly. I dint have much time until my father caught on. I scraped my had along the old brick work of our cottage. That's when I felt it, the loose brick that changed my life. I pushed gently, and then a little harder, waiting for something. Heaven knows what. Then it gave it sliding backward reveling a safe. It had a four digit pass code. What my dad didn't know was that I had found out the pass code to everything he used. He really wasn't smart enough to realize that changing your pass codes maybe once a month was probably good idea. I smiled to myself. Well done Hope. I punched in the digits and then The safe door swung open. I pulled out the key to the front door and turned it in the lock. When I stepped inside the first thing I noticed was the smell. Without me my father wouldn't even clean the house I was made to do all the work and now I knew why. It's stunk of cigarette smoke and alcohol a disgusting mix when put together. I walked to the stairs, and hurried up them.

My room.

Just like before.

It's was all their.

Like I left it.

Dolls on the floor.

Posters crumpled into balls of nothingness.

My suitcase, all ready to go laid untouched on the ground.

And there it was.

Like it had been all those years.

The picture that made me believe, one day I would be loved.

It was of her.

Dark brown hair.

Blue eyes.

A smile like me.

My mom.

My mom who had run away for fame.

And never looked back.

I heard the door creak open behind me. I spun around, not knowing how long I'd been standing there. My father stood in the open doorway, not quite realizing what was happening. I took advantage of the moment and picked up my suitcase off the floor, and barging past him. You guys, I played soccer at recess my whole life.... I was a pro. He was about as strong as a pencil. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I found a near bush and hid behind it. Of course, of course he didn't believe me, why would he? My French accent was horrible I messed up a ton of times and I've lived with him my whole life of course he would recognize my voice. I sighed, at least I had gotten my stuff, now back to the hospital before he can tell me otherwise.

Okay hi! So I wrote a ton of stuff in the car, then it got deleted. I'm sorry this chapter is really bad but... Ya know. Anyways I would like 1 vote for the next chappie please! No silent readers... Also, please tell me if i should make an updating schedule, so you know what to expect. And have you guys read my other stories? Tell me in the comments along with a schedule idea if you have one.

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