Runaways

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It was Sunday morning and Addison was having breakfast with her parents, although she'd rather be elsewhere.

"So about tomorrow..." she asked tentatively, "can I go to school on my own as usual ?"

"Oh you're not going back next week," her mother said casually between sips of tea.

"Excuse me ?! Why ?"

"Because your mother and I said so," her father answered.

"But I need to go back to school, what do you mean ?"

"You just want to meet with this zombie boy," he huffed.

"No, I just don't want to miss school for too long !"

"Yes, and since you want to focus on school , starting tomorrow, you can't use your phone unless your mother or I say so."

"What ?! Am I in prison or what ?"

"Do not raise your voice, young lady," her mother said.

Addison looked down to her bowl. This sucked. And most importantly, this was unfair.

She hated this.




Zed - 2:10 PM:

The whole week ??


Addison - 2:10 PM:

yes... I'm so sad


Zed - 2:11 PM:

they can't keep you away for this long ?!


Addison - 2:12 PM:

well... My mother is the mayor


Zed - 2:12 PM:

I know but that's too much !


Addison - 2:12 PM:

and they're taking my phone away this week

I can't use it without permission


Zed - 2:13 PM:

They want to sequestrate you until your 18th birthday too or what ?!!


Addison - 2:13 PM:

... :(


Zed - 2:13 PM:

No way! I can't let them do this


Addison - 2:14 PM:

But I don't know if they'll actually do it the whole week...




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It was the next Saturday and her parents were not budging. Texting with Zed –or anyone for that matter– had been rare due to her parents' hawk eyes every time she passed by the table where her phone was to stay.

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