Runaway

01

Each time I stop to think , if I don’t let people get close to me they won’t get hurt .  My name is Marilyn Ashlee this is my screwed up life story.  

My parents past when I was young , more like my Mother past , my Father was to blame . However he knew what he had done after it was all over he had blamed me . The sweet little ten year old girl with bright blue eyes and pale skin . Sometimes I like to think it had been because I looked like a spitting image of my Mother dearest . After Daddy went to jail they had sent me to an orphanage . Inside these stained walls each sorry kid gives me a cold glance . Each kid has his or her own story on how they ended up in this place . 

Mary time for school!’ I sometimes hear in my mothers sweet angelic voice however it has always turned out to be my imagination running loose. I attend Inkland high , I get shoved around with the other misfits , weirdo’s , wannabe’s. “One, more day ,” I mumble as I walk into my least favorite class . Normally I sit in the back with my notebook drawing away as the old women upfront tries to teach each one of us dumbass . I don’t even know why they try anymore . A knock on my desk makes my head shot up, “ Miss Ashlee would you care to explain to the class what the problem on the board is?” She asks me , I walk up to the front pull out a piece of notebook paper from my bag . “No I wouldn't care to explain , Everyone hand up your notes .” I

 Say with the most confidence I have ever had . Each student hands up thier hard work or blank drawings because no one lwas actully giving a fuck . “ Now this is what I would like to explain .” I say as I grab my lighter and open the flame lighting each paper in my hand on fire . Watching the ink going up in flames suites my satisfaction , I stand there in front of the classroom and smile , watching everyone panic and scurry around like a mouse trying to find cheese…