Fixing Her

Chapter I

I get out of my car and look at the small coffee shop I'll meet my host in. I've been traveling for thirty five hours in my car. I could easily take the bus, but I'm not leaving the only thing I've got left from my father.

This is my last chance. If I can't stay here, I don't know what to do. No one is willing to offer a room to a girl that wants to travel to the other side of the world from where her current house is, mostly because they don't know why the heck she wants to move that far with no one.

I've been searching for weeks after a place to stay, as far away as possible from Minneapolis, and everywhere I asked, they said no when they found out I'm a seventeen years old girl, meaning I'm underaged, and that I'm from Minneapolis, which is very far from the people I talked to. I understand them, really. They think I'm running away and that they'll get problems with the police later, because honestly, I am running away. I'm running away from my mum, from my school, from the awful people there, from my mum's husband, and from Noah, my so called half-brother whom I've known for about two years.

My mum married this guy she liked when I was fifteen, John Peters. She found him on a dating site, and they went out with each other almost three days a week, whereas I was forced to come with her every once in a while to get to know both him and his son, Noah.

Noah was really kind, we hung out pretty much after that mum and John got married, and even though his dad was the mayor, he wasn't this spoiled kid who thought his dad would kill anyone who looked at his direction. He wasn't.

Now two years later, I'm sick of all of it. I'm sick of my mum, John, Noah, my school, our house, those who I thought were my friends, everything. I'm sick of Minneapolis and everyone and everything there. So now I'm here, in Phoenix, exactly one thousand six hundred and forty one miles away from the city I was born and have grown up in.

It's still too close for me, but I can't do anything about it. It was the only chance I had. I talked to a girl I found on this site for high school kids that need a place to stay, Parker, and she was really nice. She had an extra room at her place, four rooms, and that she thought she could rent that one out as well. She said she had some other roommates that take up the remaining rooms, and that I'd have to share room with one of them, which was totally okay.

It was really hard to find a place to stay at so far away from Minneapolis, and the thing that made it even harder was that I had a requirement; the one I stayed with had to be a girl.

Everything turned out fine, and even though she knew I was from so far away, she didn't ask why I was leaving. She was probably assuming I'd attend some high school and needed a place to stay at, and that was half of the truth. I needed a place to stay at, but I wasn't going back to school. I really want to continue studying, but for that at least one of my guardians has to get involved, and that person is not going to be my mom. She doesn't know where I am, and she won't let me stay here if she finds out. By now she's probably found out something's wrong by the fact that my clothes aren't in my closet or that I'm not answering my phone or that Harris, my rabbit, isn't in his cage, or that the cage also is, in fact, missing.