The Run Away

Chapter one

First, let me tell you a little bit about me. I'm shy and when I say shy, I mean very shy. I'm the girl in the back of the room that no one talks to. It's not that I wouldn't love to have friends its the fact that I don't look to peoples standard. That being said I don't look the part of cheerleader or nerd. So where do I fit in; I bet you're thinking what I think, I don't, fit in that is.  So I spent most of my life staying as far away from people as I could. It's pretty lame but I'd say my best friend is my notebook at this point. I have my so-called acquaintances that I spend my school days with, but I wouldn't go as far as calling them, my friends. Well, that's a sob story from hell but hey everyone has one, right? My story started a long time ago, the day I was born, June 26th, 2001. Which means I'll be turning 18, my birthday and I can't wait to get outta this town. It's just like most towns, it's small, really small. Its one of those towns that everyone knows everyone; that includes everyone's business.  I like most was adopted. I never met my birth parents, but If I did I wouldn't hold a grudge.. well I would like to think I wouldn't. I understand that I'm different and all but I don't see how someone could give up a part of them, you know? But I guess that's not why your reading this; But you have to know everything to understand how I got to where I am today. I'm Brylee, Brylee Miars. I live with my mom and brother, Andrew. He's a brat but so am I. We get along.. for the most part. He's only seven; so with me being ten years older than him, we don't agree on everything. But I don't know what I would do without the kid if we're being honest here.  Well, I guess I better get to telling you my story. It all started on April 4 I woke up at seven o'clock, just like any other day. That was until I fell into the fireplace walking down the stairs, don't ask me how I did it, it just happened. 

FLASHBACK*

"Andrew, wake up buddy. You need to get ready for school", I say walking into his room.

"okay", He says rolling outta bed. "wheres mom?". He doesn't know she lost her job about two weeks ago, and I refuse to be the one to break the news. Besides, he's seven why worry him with stuff that young. His biggest worry should be, I don't know, one of his toys breaking or something. 

"Shes at work buddy. I laid your outfit out like mom normally does", I say pointing to the small stack of cloths hanging from the dresser. He slightly rolls back over as I give him a kiss on the forehead.  

"I'll be back in 15 minutes", I say standing to walk out of the room. "oh and Andrew". "yeah", He says wiping his eyes. "You better be dressed when I get back", I say trying to keep my so-called "serious face". I love the kid and all but I have a life of my own and he's seven. What seven year old still needs someone to dress them. I've been the one to raise the kid; so let's just hope he doesn't end up like me. I mean I'm not to bad, be if we both end up socially awkward, then I think we might have a problem. 

As I reach the third step to walk down the steps I fall. I couldn't tell you how I slipped, I just did. Next thing I know I'm laying in the fireplace at the bottom of the stairs. 

"You have to be kidding me. That's just great, I can already tell the days starting to look up for me", I yell sarcastically. I slightly raise up to see something stuck between the bricks. I go to examine it closer, to find out its a book. Pulling the book from its original place and blowing the dust off. I almost couldn't breathe due to the smoke I inhale. Coughing unconditionally and finally after minutes of me trying to get the dust from my throat I look down to see 'Family Tree' wrote in dark black ink signed on the front of the decades-old book. opening the book to see what I just found...

 "what's that", Andrew says, nearly knocking me out of my own skin. "Don't you know its not good to sneak up on people". Standing up I put the book on the shelve above the fireplace. 

"sorry", He says looking down. He knows I can't stay mad at him for long. even though I'm not even mad, he just spooked me. "Well, are you a sight of sore eyes". His face turns slightly red and He is the cutest little boy ever.

 "Well, what are you waiting for you have a bus to catch mister", I say looking at the clock above us. "Go get your backpack, meet me at the door in five". "But its already time to go", He says. "I know buddy but if you clearly can't see I'm a little dirty", I say running up the stairs to change as fast as I can. walking past the fireplace I grab the book and slide it into my back.

Finally, the bus runs and Andrew gets on waving me bye. I walk to school, just like I have for the last 3 years due to some issues that I had with some people, but that's a story for a different time.  I pull the book out of my bag and turn to the first page. The book is handwritten, It's very neat but from the book is so old, some of the words are smeared. I notice my name automatically, Miars. That's weird due to me having a different last name than my family. Maybe it's some freaky old family book that my mom hid; because she didn't want me to find it, I think trying not to laugh out loud. I look down to see names, drawing, meaningful words, and I don't know what to think. I've seen this symbol before, its a half moon with a line going through the middle. I turn my wrist over to see the same print on MY arm. I've never been more confused. What is this? About that time I hit Carson Beck. Star athlete, everyone's friend, and literally the hottest person in the world... Well, that I've ever seen in person.  

"Hey. Sorry", He says. Is Carson Beck talking to me, Brylee Miars, Outcast? Is this really happening? "Hey, are you okay", He says reaching for my hand. Finally, I come back to what I think is earth. "Uh yeah. I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I don't know what to..". I trail off. What was that? I can't believe I'm rambling. "It's cool", He laughs pulling me off the ground. His smile is like the sun and here I am looking like the back part of the moon. "thanks", I say fake smiling. "Here's your book", He grabs the book off the ground. It takes every part of me not to scream don't read it. "thanks". I grab the book and shove it down in my bag. Turning to walk away. 

"Your Brylee, right?" I turn back around looking at that dazzling smile of his.  "Um, yeah", I answer. "Congrats on your MC test", He say rubbing the back of his neck. "what", Confusion strikes my face. "You got First place", He gives me a weird look like I should have already known that. "what? How?", I try to think of something, anything to say that isn't stupid, but nope nothing comes to mind.

Cause here Carson Beck is knowing what I made on my MC test. "I'm Sorry. I only know because you beat me by one point", He says answering my thoughts. "Oh well, Congrats to you to", I laugh. "I guess I'll see you around." As he walks past me, the wind picks up and moves his cut off shirt sleeves just an inch and I glance at a familiar mark on his back. I freeze. Carson Beck has the same exact mark that's on my wrist.