I was sixteen years old when I fell in love with the feeling of running away. I loved the feeling of leaving. I loved the idea that I could escape my world and start a new one where no one knew anything about me.
I was seventeen years old when I got my first job. A waitress at a local mom and pop type restaurant. I saved every paycheck and every tip, filling an entire shoe box full of change and wadded up bills.
I was almost eighteen years old when I graduated high school. My parents threw a huge party, family and friends came from near and far giving me card after card full of cash to put toward the college life. However I stuffed it into my shoe box for safe keeping.
I was eighteen years old when I told my parents I wouldn't be attending college in the Fall. They screamed at me, assuring me that I was throwing my life away. My mother cried begging me to change my mind.
I was almost nineteen years old when I quit my job, packed a suitcase and a backpack. I took my shoe box to the bank to cash my money in for larger bills. I booked a flight to California and left without saying a word.
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Extraordinary: A Kian Lawley Story
Fanfiction"You're much too extraordinary to live such an ordinary life." Some people feel as though they are destined for greatness. Ella feels as though she is destined for the more ordinary side of life. Always feeling as though there is more to life than h...
