We keep running, not once did I turn back, but multiple times I saw in her eyes regret and fear of what would happen when we're found. I've tripped what seems like 30 times. Chrissi stopped dead in her tracks, she looked directly at a small path through the trees. I looked as well to see what I sometimes wish I've never had seen
Another kid, his ribs showing through his shirt.
"The fuck is wrong with you string bean?" I laughed. He responded with a glare, indicating my death very soon. I felt Chrissi elbow me.
"Don't be a little bitch," she whispered.
"Fine, are you okay and are you lost?"I sneered.
"I AM PERFECTLY FINE!" He shouted, tears began to fill his eyes.
"Calm down,dipshit," I laugh, once again.
"Do you know how to get back?" He mumbles.
"Nope, no fucking idea, we actually ran away" The thought to run away pondered my mind for years. I knew.
I wouldn't be able to, especially with.
Adalynn. The day after she burned due to kindness was my chance.
"Do we have food?" he asked.
"Who the fuck are you?" I question him, something I never got to do.
"Rehm, it's Russian for genius," he said miserably
"Why, Hello Rehm!" A voice exclaimed, Chrissi's hands began shaking, Rehm looked around, the tree's reflection in his big, maple colored eyes.
"Why so scared? It's only me!" Then we saw her, the craziest bitch in the world. When she jumped from the trees to the ground, the buckles on her straight jacket bounced. She laughed, nothing but laughter for what seemed hours.
"Who are you?" Rehm inquired.
"Myra Henderson," she says so calmly, like it's an everyday thing.
"Do you have any food?" I pleaded.
"Of course, what am I, stupid?" After she said those words, we all looked at the academically challenged Chrissi.
She pulled out some cans of fruit, seemingly out of no where.
"Here" She handed over the brightly colored can, feels at least a couple of oz. I look at Rehm, his jaw dropped, his eyes dripped from her firey red hair, to her black shoes, his usually pale face turned red.
We pry the cans open and began to eat, except for Rehm.
"Ask a question," he demanded.
"If a chicken says, 'Allchickens are liars' is the chicken telling the truth?" She urged.
"Yes," He responded.
"Chickens can't talk, I got it from plentifun.com" she laughed.
He threw the can far into the woods.
"What the fuck!" Chrissi yelled, I've never seen her so angry, it's a really great look for her.
"Rehm, why did you throw it?" I ask.
"Question wrong, no food," he responded.
We sat and watched in silence as the boy in the dirty blue shirt fiddled with his ,just as dirty as his shirt, blonde hair. He sat there and gave up his chance to eat for who the hell knows how long.
"We need somewhere to live," Chrissi said sweetly. Myra continued to turn to the largest tree I've ever seen.
"Let's build a tree house. It'll keep us warm, safe, and dry," I speedily shot out from my mouth.
"Where are we going to get wood? we have no tools or money!" Rehm exclaimed, Myra and I smiled at eachother.
"Ever heard of shoplifting?" We asked in unison.
"Oh, no no, we are not stealing!" Chrissi pouted.
"Why not?" I inquired.
"Stealing is wrong" She shot back at me
"Chrissi dear, how else are we gonna survive? The oldest they hire is 15 year olds," She looked angrily at me, either for proving my point or calling her dear.
"Come on how bad can it be?"
"She is right," Myra added, obviously talking Mr. Genius over there into it.
"I unfortunately agree with those two idiots," spat the blonde
"See I told you, Hey! Did you call us idiots?" Myra barked, The blue freak let out a chuckle.
We all stared at Chrissi, waiting for this loving, beautiful,' perfect' girl to shoplift something 5x Rehm's size.
"Are you sure we won't get caught?" we all looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to her and nodded. She still looked unsure of the idea. Her eyes slowly teared up, then went back to normal. She never takes this long to make a decision, but I guess since she is risking her being put in Juvy and never connecting with people outside the prison for god knows how long, it does take her a few minutes.
"Let's do it," she mumbled.
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The Runaways
General FictionAll Nicole Iverson wants is to get away. Her family is strict and they are neglectful assholes who don't give a shit about her. When the only one she loves in that family is gone, Nicole sees her opportunity to leave that fucking hellhole for freedo...
