Chapter 1. The Drive

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The TV was on, and I was ready to go. I was ready to be taken away to this big mansion my friend Kate was going to be working at. She got a job as a nanny for a little girl named Flora Fairchild. I heard she has an older brother too, I think his name is Miles.

She was going to take me with her because of my dad most likely. He's what you call, 'mentally ill' because he's a schizophrenic. But I honestly think they just shortened the diagnosis. He has been getting worse lately though. Maniacally laughing in the middle of the night, dancing outside, yelling at my grandparents a lot more, and keeps talking to things that aren't there. That's why they're sending me. To get away from it. That's what they always do when they have to send him away as well.

I live in two houses. One with my mom, her boyfriend, his two kids. The other house, which I'm staying at right now, has my grandparents and my dad.

      "Y/N! KATE'S HERE!" I heard my grandpa shout.

"Okay!" I shouted back.

Finally I can go see that mansion! I grabbed my bags and went to the front door to greet Kate.

"Hi Y/N!" She said. "Hey Kate." She then gave me a hug. "Are you excited?" "Yes I am actually!" "Good." She smiled.

After that I said my goodbyes and went out into the driveway and hopped in her little yellow car. I put in a Korn cassette and I stared out of the passenger window. Getting further and further away from home.

     Spent my time wondering what the house looked like. "Was it stone?" "Was it a Tudor home?" "What did they have in their yard?" "Did they have any stables?" "If they did, for what animal?" "They most likely have a garden there." "I wonder how many acres they have."

And so on.

I just let my mind wonder as each song on the album started and ended. I just stared out the window for hours on end. Wondering when she was going to need gas because we've been driving forever.

After some time I fell asleep to a Radiohead cassette resting my head on one of my bags against the car door.

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