Run. You had to run. You were putting the last of your supplies, you had taken granola bars and water bottles, clothes and and other mandatory things and stuffed them in a bag. You had to get out of here, everything is just too much here.
Too clean.
Too dirty.
Too loud.
Too quiet.
Too many people.
Or not enough.
You just couldn't stand this place, no one here was bad or did anything wrong to you, you just.... Couldn't stand it. You had to go.
Lucky for you, you were put in a single room on the first floor. You opened your window, tossed your backpack out into the yard and scrambled through the open window and onto the cool night grass.
You were running in (f/c) converse and matching jacket. Your white t-shirt and black jeans allowing you comfort and easy running away action.
The moon glinted off your (e/c) eyes as you threw the heavy backpack on your shoulders. Then your (b/t) took off in a sprint, as fast as your legs would take you, to find a new home.
YOU ARE READING
My New Dad (father figure!Patton x reader)
أدب الهواةYou were left in an orphanage and unhappy with your life, you ran away. You run into Patton and he will adopt you.
