Runaway ≫ m.c

#1

Robin

My heart was beating faster than when I went to the scariest ride in the amusement park.

I was actually doing it. I was running away.

I had packed all my stuff, put it in the trunk of my car and just drove away. It was easier than I expected.

I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't stop the car for the past 3 hours and I'm not planning to do it now.

For the next 6 or so hours, I've done nothing but listen to music and drink Mountain Dew.

Passing a sign that probably said "Welcome to Hellarican" but the 'arican' part had been covered by faded paint so it said "Welcome to Hell" instead.

I've never heard of this town and I was getting pretty tired so why not stay the night?

After driving around for at least half an hour, I found a motel. I brought a lot of money with me, not mine of course. It was my dad's but I was planning to get an apartment where I could settle in.

I checked in, taking only a backpack that had a change of clothes with me and leaving the rest of my stuff in the car.

The room was crap.

I stood in front of the mirror for a long time. I could do anything I want now right? All the things I wasn't allowed to do before, like dye my hair, pierce my lips, and get a tattoo perhaps.

My auburn hair was a mess, the neat ponytail I tied earlier was all over
The place. My eyes looked extremely creepy, green bloodshot eyes did not look okay.

I took a long shower and got out fresh, falling asleep as soon as I hit the bed.

The next day was a bit more exciting.

I got back in the car the next morning and skipped breakfast, I had Mountain Dew to cover for breakfast.

I tried to make friends around town but nobody would really reply when I said hi. But finally someone did, well she had to.

"Hi" I said to a girl with light pink hair who worked at Starbucks, she seemed nice.

"Hey, what would you like to order?" She replied in a sweet tone.

"Just a caramel frappe please." I said and smiled. I feel like such a white girl.

"Size?"

"Big." Or was it Venti in Starbucks language?

"Okay what's your name?"

"Robin" I said as I glanced at her name tag.

"George?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

She passed the cup to the guy next to her and he started working on my drink.

"It's my friend's name tag, I'm filling in for him and I forgot my apron. Oops?" She giggled. She is nice, I like her.

"Okay then what's your name?" I asked curiously.

"You need to guess, it starts with a G" she smirked and leaned on the counter.

"George" I said and laughed, she laughed with me.

"Well, no" she said after a short moment.

"Umm, Garfield? Georgina? Georgette?" I said, not being able to think of any other names that started with the letter G.

"Good guess but wrong, my name's Griffin. Nice to meet you" She held out her hand to shake mine and I noticed a tattoo, it was an fancy arrow with the word "wonderland" curving in the middle.

I shook her hand and she asked for 4.98$ for my drink. I gave it to her chatted for a bit until I got my drink.

Griffin told me that she's getting off her shift in thirteen minutes and that she wanted to show me around town. So I said I'd wait.

I connected to the wifi at Starbucks and checked my phone, which exploded with notifications as soon it connected.

Instagram: 87
iMessage: 264
Twitter: 46

I was beyond shocked. No one had really cared enough to notice me before and now all of a sudden I matter?

I tapped the Instagram app since it was my favourite and saw 56 DMs, all from my friend. I wouldn't be exactly call her my best friend.

Of course, she hadn't noticed that I was gone. All 56 pictures had been her with her new boyfriend, my ex boyfriend.

The rest of the Instagram notifications had been from my followers.

Twitter has been from my followers as well. iMessage was all texts from my friend, mom, dad and my older brother Elliot.

I didn't even bother checking the texts.

"Hey sorry that took time" said a cheerful voice that I immediately recognised as Griffin's.

"It's okay" I smiled and put away my phone, standing up with the half finished drink still in my hand.

"Let's go?"

"Let's go" I smiled and walked out the coffee shop.

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okay this is the first thing I actually publish and I am aware that It is most likely horrible and that I would be horrible at updating the story but I'm willing to give it it a try (: also I just noticed that this chapter is sorta really short eh but I'll try to make the chapter sorta longer idK OK