Escape

Chapter One

Getting on my knees, my hand guides the bubble gum lollipop in my mouth as I stare out the window. The glass is a little dirty since we haven't cleaned the windows yet, but I could still see outside.

There's a decent sized lawn with barely alive grass and a big oak tree in the middle. Next to it is the driveway which is usually empty except for when my cousin Landon comes around.

He drives a white panel van with tinted windows. Out past that is the sidewalk which is cracked for some unknown reason, and a long road with adjacent houses going down.

My seafoam green eyes snap out of admiring the lawn to look over at my sister. I could hear her through my gazing yelling at me to take the trash out.

She's my older 17 year old sister, Cassidy, and she's overly dramatic about everything. She's very pretty with straight brown hair and big blue eyes, but she wears sweaters and things especially on her period which she is very informative of.

She's in a sweater and sweats right now and gives me a dirty look. Her blue eyes are narrowed, and her lips are turned down in a scowl. Maybe she's on her period right now.

I give her a sympathetic look by puffing my bottom lip out and giving her doe eyes. Getting angrier, she throws the nearest thing, a remote.

"I'm not on my period," she growls throwing it at my face.

Dodging it, I get down on my knees crawling on the ground over to the kitchen with the lollipop in my hand. I'll take out the garbage now. She doesn't say anything else as I get back up to my feet to walk the rest of the way there. Then again I don't look back to see if she's still mad.

I look around the kitchen admiring it. The kitchen is small but decent. The walls are white and the floors are white tiles. There's a brown counter top on one side with a sink and a place for dishes. Cabinets hang above it. On the other side is cabinets as well with a white fridge with the freezer on top rather than beside it.

The trashcan is under the cabinet sink, and it's filled with a ton of food wrappers and discarded scraps. My family is gross sometimes.

Pulling the plastic can out, I rip the bag out placing my lollipop in it before tieing it up. The bag is heavy as I carry it in the living room to the front door to put it out on the end of the driveway for trash pick up.

Setting the bag at the curb, I admire how cold it is out here. I put on girl's jean shorts earlier with a big faded yellow sweater, and my feet are covered by gray converse that go up on my ankle. I can feel goosebumps forming on my legs from the chilly breeze and a shiver racks my body.
It's pretty hard to tell if I'm a male or female, and my parents want me to do this. I was born a male, but my body is thin and flexible and curvy.

My hair is pulled up, but it's almost to my shoulder and dyed silver which I've always thought looked cool being that my eyes are so pale and bright. They let me do it when I was thirteen as long as they could buy me male and female clothing.

I didn't mind because it never bothered me to dress either way. It's comfortable for me to wear feminine and male clothing. I just don't understand as to why they purposely wanted me to wear these type of things. I never really questioned it because it doesn't bother me. It is curious though.

Another shiver runs down my spine as I turn to go inside. Before I turned, something caught my attention. My cousin. He's driving up to our house from the road I admired from the window.

It's not like he's going fast or anything. It's just strange that he randomly shows up. Not that I mind.

Landon is cute for a cousin, not that I'm gay or into incest, but he is cute. His features are soft and warm, and his brown eyes are like a puppy dog's eyes. His blonde messy hair is wavy in places and makes him more childish, but he's in his twenties.