The Lesbian Escape

Part 2: Meeting "Detention" Jane

I sat outside the principals office, my back to the slightly warming white painted cinderblock wall. "Are your parents sitting inside?" A voice echoed but I couldn't see who it was at first. "Over here!" This time I followed the voice to right of me, quite startled at the sight of the girl I saw beside me.

Her body was thin, like she had been throwing up for hours on end. Her hair was dyed red with black drizzle like curls over her right eye.

I laughed intolerantly. "You are cute you know that?!" I commented. She smiled, her teeth the perfect shade of white. Walked over to me and sat down beside me.

The conversations we experienced  lasted an hour that day. We talked about her life and about school, about her lunch time and even about the phone number she gave me.

That night, I laid down ready to go to sleep. My nightgown on my body and I got a text from the half way still stranger named Jane saying "you wanna go out with me?"

I responded with the most simple and quick answer I could "Sure". That night I had a dream.

It started on the bus, and at first I had sat down in my regular bus on the way to school clothed and walked in to the school.

Then I ended up naked some how, making out with Jane, in front of all the   band room assembly, and we ended up being split up and I went to a women's prison and Jane visited me once and then moved on with some other girl.

I woke up that night, screaming. Making our British Terrier Scurry off the comforter and onto the carpeted floor. Where he slept the rest of the night out of pure terror that me yelping "I need her, I need her!" Might leave him hurting or worse. 

I walked downstairs to get a drink where my mom and my grandmother were conversing over rather or not to send me to a boarding school upstate.

On the inside of me, I wanted to blurt out "NO!!!", but instead I chose to steal the silence and eavesdrop a little closer to the conversation.

I stood on the top of the steps. Now tiptoeing across, magenta and dark green laced carpeted wooden floors.
I never thought what would happen next.

I crept into my fathers study, the downstairs one, that he kept all his little pebbles and rocks that he kept from his excavations in Peru.

I never moved a inch, the white door slightly slid open, peering through the edges of the glass windows that surrounded the almost flawless paint job.

I hear the words, "I think we should at least consider it". I crept back up into my room, grabbed my phone and my old slightly worn down old skateboard and my Brand new charger. My suit case and a few changes off clothes.

I was gonna run away. Nothing was worth losing Jane, even prison.

I mean NOTHING!!! 

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