pop star life? really

Running away

Today was my eighteenth birthday and the day I will run away from the foster home I have been in since I was 10 years old.

Originally when we turn 18 we are able to leave but lets just say i was never a good kid at all.

My name is Isabelle I have long different colored hair. I was born in california then moved to AUSTRALIA then came back on my 9th birthday .

Monique ,my cousin, is going to let me move in with her in London. I've saved all my money since I was 11 so I could buy my plane ticket.

I quickly shoved the last bit of clothes into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I opened the window quietly and jumped out of the top story of the house and stuck the landing. I took one look at the house i've lived at for the past 8 years and continued on my journey. I caught a taxi and waited in the back of the yellow car.

"your a little young to be going to the airport alone?" the driver asks

"im 18" i respond quickly.

As soon as we stopped i threw the man a random amount of money and practically ran into the airport. After buying the ticket I headed to the gate.

"ouch!" some guy in a hood and shades ran my foot over with his heavy ass suitcase. I shrugged it off and continued on my way to the plane.

I boarded the plane and took my seat.

****After the plane****

I waited anxiously for the cab I called twenty minutes ago. Thankfully it finally pulled up and I climbed in handing the driver the paper with the adress on it.

The thirty minute drive finally came to a climax as the cab pulled up to a fairly large house with a large tree in front of it. Dangling from one branch was a wooden swing. I payed the man and walked up to the door with my backpack.

I inhaled and lightly knocked on the door. After a few moments the door opens and a young man with curly hair answered the door .