Leah ran away from home at the age of 13. After spending two days sleeping on a park bench she runs into an attractive guy she trusted. He wasn't what she expected.
My alarm went off and I sprung out of bed. I finally was going to live the high school experience I've always wanted to live.
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I got dressed and grabbed my backpack. I skipped down the stairs and saw Cameron waiting patiently at the bottom smoking a blunt. I got to the bottom and rolled my eyes, then I waved the puff of smoke out of my face.
"It's literally 8:15 in the morning. Do you have to smoke right now?" I said sarcastically.
"I haven't been up this early since I was 12. I'm going to need this to get through the next hour of the day," he said back.
"Ok, well can we go now?"
"School starts at 9. We still have 45 minutes. Do you want to pick up Starbucks on the way?"
"Sure, why not," I said as I walked out the door.
I hopped into Cameron's Tesla model X. It was comfy, really. I had only been in it once a while ago.
"You look cute today, baby girl," Cameron said with one hand on the steering wheel, his elbow on the arm rest of his seat, but looking directly at me and not the road. He didn't have to, though, the car drove for him. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up please," I sassed.
"As the person who's letting you go to school, and buying you Starbucks for breakfast, I think you should be pretty damn grateful."
"Yeah, ok bud," I rolled my eyes.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek. I let him. It was too early to deal with his bullshit.
Not long after getting Starbucks, we were at the drop off section at the high school. It was 8:45 and most kids were outside hanging out with their cliques. It was the middle of first semester and friend groups were already formed.
Everyone stared at me, at Cameron, and the Tesla. I shook it off even though I lacked all of my communication skills due to isolation for the past three years.
"Have a good day. Remember, don't try anything. I will find you, I'm tracking you down princess. Bye," Cameron's words gave me chills down my spine.
I'm tracking you down.
Those words replayed in my head as I walked through the front doors of the school. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone touch me in the cluttered hall.
"Crap, sorry, it's just too fat to miss," a boy laughed. He was with two other friends. They all wore letterman jackets representing they were in some type of varsity sport. I gave them a mean look. Their smiles turned into straight faces.
Not to be cocky, but a girl with my looks is rare. I have long, curly, light brown hair, green eyes, and light to medium skin tone. I'm one fourth black and three fourths Latina. Both ethnicity's have the best curvy bodies, therefore I was blessed with curves. But sometimes, like right now, I wish it didn't draw so much attention.
