The Runaways

Chapter 2-Jada

We finally arrived at the cabin, we unloaded our things and headed to the cabin, it was a bit broken down but we'll manage. I got to the bedrooms and I immediately called the master bedroom, Astrid and Esther claimed theirs but Astrid was super mad at me. I needed the space for my art supplies, it's fair. I set up my supplies on a desk that was in the corner, it was surprisingly spacious for a cabin. I sat down on the bed and thought of how my mother and father were doing. I sighed and put on my headphones and played my music on shuffle. I sat there just thinking about how they were doing and if I would ever see them again.

It was time for me to actually go help the others un pack the food, so I got up and walked into the living area. I saw them un-packing items and I went to the car and grabbed more of my stuff. Heading to my room I noticed how nice this house was and smiled, knowing that this would be my new home and I was okay with that. As soon as I got to my room I noticed all the dust and began cleaning and setting up shelves and my closet. My decorations were hard to put up without a stool but I managed to hang my lights. Thinking of our situation, I began to cry. Everything was too much to handle and I'm....just....a..kid. How am i supposed to live with myself.....? Why would I just leave? I might regret it. I wiped my eyes and went to help the girls unpack supplies. I could tell they felt the same about leaving their families. I put on a smile and went to the girls to talk to them." Hey Astrid, Esther, are you fine, ever since leaving I felt bad and had a sinking feeling." They turned and cried. They just stood there until saying in unison, "Yeah, I miss my parents." We hugged and wept until we couldn't cry anymore. All three of us finished unpacking our stuff, we heard a knock at the door. I went up to the door and saw a young girl, about our age standing there, in the cold and crying. "Hey, everything alright? Why are you here?" I said, I hadn't noticed the small luggage in her hand and the small piece of bread in her hands. "I ran from home, and I needed somewhere to stay so I came here to see if I could hide out here, so I knocked on the door to see if anyone was here. I hadn't noticed the black car parked over to the left until now. But if it's not rude, can I come inside?" I looked at her and ushered her inside, only then noticing the luggage and bread. " Hey, who's the kid? You kidnap her or something?" I snapped out of my trance and looked at Esther who had asked who she was. The girl had sat on the couch, on the left to Astrid. I sat down on the left of the girl and Esther sat on the other side of Astrid. "Okay so first off: What's you're name kid?" Esther asked. "Jada, and I'm not a kid, I'm fifteen." The girl said plainly. "Well I'm Ophelia, that's Esther and that's Astrid. We ran away too, mind telling us why? "Jada started tearing up and said in a monotone voice, "My mother was off of her medicine and she killed my father, I called the police and ran as fast as I could after packing my stuff and taking some bread with me. I saw the police come in the house and come out, they said that I was probably dead and buried somewhere in the backyard with my father." I watched in shock as she started to cry hysterically and so I sat there and just patted her back and rubbed circles into her back. My friends started saying comforting words like, "It'll be okay, you'll be fine." She then spoke up saying, "I'm worried mother saw me and chased me here." Poor girl, she must feel awful. Just then, we heard pounding on the windows and a woman's voice call out for her daughter, saying, "Let me in! Jada, sweetie! Where are you?! I need you! Where have you gone! Poor sweet baby, momma's here!" We all hid and I went to the window and saw her just standing there, on the lawn, calm and in a trance like state. She got bored and left down the path and out of sight, hidden by trees. I went back to the others and told them it was fine and they could come back out.

Jada was just looking at us with shock, she didn't expect three random teens to help her, probably since she could have been prone to bullying. "Thank you so much, no one ever cared for me like that!" Jada spoke, running up and hugging us with tears in her eyes. We had one of those family moments where it just feels like you're home, with the people who care. I'm going to bet that my parents haven't called the police yet-"Hey, Ophelia, are you crying?" I felt my face and it was wet from me, beginning to cry. I hate remembering those memories. I stopped crying and looked at Jada and asked, "You wanna eat some breakfast since it's already like 8 in the morning?" I asked, heading to the kitchen. Jada and my friends followed close behind. There's a subject I never get out of my head, even when not eating. I feel overweight and ugly at times because I always feel bloated and people always made comments on my weight. I'm very insecure and always say I love myself but, I'm lying, my confidence is a front I put on for my friends and the people I care about. They don't care and that's what I love about them all, even the ones I left. They were always so caring, even when I showed them my worst, even lashing out. They helped me realise that my worth is more than anyone will ever know. I smiled thinking about all the amazing times I had with my friends. I finished getting cereal and breakfast done and I got some toast while Esther and Astrid had cereal. Jada hadn't told me what she wanted so I got out the sandwich I packed with the food. When we were done, it was about 8:35 a.m. We all got up to go to bed and Jada ended up sleeping on the old sofa in the living room with a blanket Esther packed. I fell asleep once I got in bed. The exhaustion must have finally gotten to me.

It was the afternoon when I woke up and so did everyone else. We all got up and went to the sofa and the small lounge chair in the living room. We all sat down and watched the T.V. We turned it to an old cartoon we were all obsessed with even though it was made in 1930. It was like Mickey Mouse but darker. Me and the girls liked it while Jada just nervously laughed and looked at us like we were insane, she knew how old this was and was so confused. Me and the girls got up and headed to the corner to talk, "Okay guys, we should change our appearance to go to work, okay?" They all looked at me and nodded.

The next day, we put on hoodies and went down to our nearest store to get scissors and hair dye. We went home without complications and got out our hair dye, I had long blonde hair and I dyed my roots black and made my hair yellow. Astrid had short curly dirty blonde hair, she dyed it white with black highlights. Next was Esther who had long, straight, brown hair in a ponytail, she took out the ponytail and cut her hair to shoulder length, then she dyed the ends red. Last was Jada, she had the same hair as Esther and cut it to her midriff since her hair was below her waist, she dyed her hair half white and dyed the other half black. Our faces were recognizable and so we bought sfx make up while we were at the store. We used it to change the shape of our faces and put in colored contacts from a couple Halloweens ago when we dressed up as our favourite characters. Astrid accidentally ordered two and never returned it. We put them on and got ready to leave the house to look for small jobs that don't require resumes or anything with legal documents. Maybe Mcdonalds? They don't do much background checks there anyway.