The night she ran away, she came across a strange town called Riverdale. She couldn't shake the feeling that town gave her, so she decided to stay. She had no idea
what was in store for her. Between a new lover with pink streaks in her hair, to u...
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That's how much time I have before Liz gets back. I pull my h/c (hair color) hair into a loose pony tail and get to work. I drag my brown corduroy backpack out from under my bed and fling it on the dull grey blanket. I think desperately, what do I really need and what can I go without? I take another look at the bag: three separate compartments with an old silver zipper holing them together, two of the compartments are small, the last one being the biggest. Okay, I've got it. Clothes in biggest section, probably can fit four shirts, three pants, and a pair of shoes, no room for a jacket though...guess i'll just wear the jacket. Second compartment will be for food, my journal, a book, socks, a brush, toothbrush + toothpaste, and some deodorant. Third compartment, the smallest one, will be for my envelope of money, phone charger, headphones, bus ticket, some pepper spray. Now that I have it mapped out, I dash to my dresser. I pull out two long sleeve shirts, one t-shirt with black and white stripes, a t-shirt with f / b (favorite band) logo on it, and two bras. I shove those into my bag and race back to my blue dresser to grab my light wash jeans, denim shorts, my navy blue sweatpants, and three pairs of underwear. Once I finish the clothes part it's onto the second compartment. I stuff my favorite book along with my jet black journal in there first. Then I grab my purple hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, two sticks of deodorant, three pairs of socks, two water bottles, three granola bars, and I decide I have room to stuff chapstick, mascara, and a flashlight. With the minutes winding down I throw myself to my wooden end table to grab the envelope full of money. I give it a once over to make sure all $265 dollars were in there. I close the envelope with relief, no more late night shifts at that creepy gas station trying to get some money. I shove the money in the last section of the bag and then grab my charger, headphones, pepper spray, and my bus ticket. Almost forgetting, I throw my pair of checkered vans into the big compartment on top of my clothes. Last step, I need to put on some warm clothes and I need to wear as much as I can. I put on a long sleeve white shirt and I throw my red flannel on over that, topping it off with my green army jacket. For bottoms I put on my other pair of jeans. Next I put on some thick black socks and my old hand-me-down grey sneakers. Once the chaos is over I catch a glimpse of myself in the half shattered mirror resting on top of my dresser. I barley recognize the person I see staring back at me. Light purple and blue bruises freckle my face and my e / c (eye color) eyes stare back at me with an empty gaze. I turn to grab my backpack when I notice my gold necklace reflecting in the shard of the mirror. How could I have almost left without this?! I pick it up and carefully clip it around my neck, letting it rest on my chest. I've had this necklace forever, I don't know where it came from. All I know is that the person who gave me up for adoption wanted to make sure I had it. It's a simple necklace, it has a thin gold chain and a small white rose charm hanging from the golden chain. Not wasting anymore time I grab my backpack, sling it around my shoulder, and run down the rickety wooden steps. I run across the kitchen to the old green back door. My hand reaches for the rusted knob, but then I stop. Don't look back. Don't look back. I can't help it, I turn around to the small dirty kitchen and I can't help but smile. In a few hours I'll never have to see this disgusting house again or smell the musty stench which lingers in the air 24/7. I think about leaving a note for Liz, going off on her for being a horrible foster parent and an even worse person, but I decide against it because I want her to not know I'm gone for as long I can, that way there's more time where she's not looking for me. I fling open the door, it creaks and then slams against the wood paneling outside. I sprint out the door and into night ahead of me.
My legs throb from running so hard but I finally reach the bus station. I look down at the cracked screen of my phone. 1:34 a.m. I have six minutes before my bus takes off and there's seven minutes until Liz should be home. Perfect, just perfect. I sit down on a rusty blue chair and catch my breath. Before I know it, my bus starts boarding. Only four other people board this huge bus. I sit alone and rest my head against the window, staring out into the chilly night. A weird feeling washes over me and my stomach feels uneasy, but I realize this feeling to be loneliness. I pop my headphones in and play f / s (favorite song). I close my eyes and listen to the steady beat of the music.
I'm jolted awake by the sudden stop of the bus. I look down at my phone: 3:54 a.m. All the other passengers have seem to gotten off at other stops. I stand up and grab my bag. I walk cautiously off the bus. As soon as I'm off, the bus slowly peels away down the street and into the dark night. All around me are trees, except right in from of me is a small bus stop with a dim flickering light. My breath hitches as I realize this looks nothing like Winston's Creek. I look down at my bus ticket to double check that's where I bought a ticket to go to. I decide not to think much of it because, hey the farther away I am the better. I see a blueish light in the distance and I walk toward it, I have nothing better to do. I have been walking for about eight minutes when I see where the light is coming from, a sign. As I near closer to it I make out the words on the sign: Riverdale. Huh? Never heard of it. I look down the street, into Riverdale, and notice that there are some buildings in the distance. It may not be the place I was looking for but it's not like I'm gonna stay here for long, I plan on moving around every 2-3 days. Riverdale doesn't seem that bad, I say to myself. I walk down the street towards the buildings. What's the worse that could happen.
A/N Hi!! Thank you so so so much for reading. Sorry If this bored you, I promise It'll get good !! Also sorry these chapters will be long, I can be a bit over detailed with my stories lmao. Well I hope you enjoyed. Leave comments or suggestions about what you want to happen, what you think is gonna happen. Also, I want to do questions at the end of each chapter. So I guess my first question is, would you answer those questions/ should i do it !! thank uuu again xox - kenz
