Little Miss Runaway
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Well, it happened again. But this time will be the last. My bags are packed and I am leaving; As promised.
You'd think that being a teenage girl, it would be hard to fit everything you need into a backpack. But, alas, it can be done.
I have normal girl stuff: Cell phone and charger, hair brush, eyeliner, some clothes and chapstick.
However I also have survival shit too: Sleeping bag, canteen, pocket knife, and basically anything you would take to go on a hike.
Oh, and did I mention that I also have 500 grand and a revolver? Well, I do. How I got a hold of half of one million dollars and a gun is classified information. Or in other words, highly illegal.
Do I intend on killing people? No, but I'll do what I have to do.
You probably think that I'm insane, but I'll let you in on a little secret:
If you lived sixteen years in my shoes... You'd be insane too.
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North Shore Illinois may seem like a sweet little town, but like all small towns, North Shore has its secrets.
Indigo Knight sure knows how to keep a lock on her lips... But what happens when things are pushed too far?
Skipping town on a broken home comes at a price that isn't too easy to pay.
With the police and DEA after her, Indigo has run up quite a tab.
Not everything in Indigo's life has been lost though! Indigo ends up catching up with a few more kids on the run, making an escape with them on a cross-country mission. Maybe for once, the bad guys aren't so bad.
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