Intro-
I came from a family who did not care much about me. They cared about little miss America who would one day make them millionares. My sister was a size zero, five foot nine, light skinned pageant girl who made my parents a thousand bucks richer every weekend. I on the other hand had a part time job at Sherburts an icecream place a couple blocks down from where I live. Or should I say where I used to live.
I was sixteen when I decided it was time for me to move out and actually start living my life. Along the way I met a couple other amazing people with the same mind set as me. Soon we named our selves "Project Runaways".

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Project Runaway
Teen FictionFive teenage runaways, in hopes of finally feeling important.