Runaway

One

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           All my life I have never been noticed. I never had friends. Well except for one. Her name was Amanda. Amanda had wavy golden locks, light blue eyes, and a heart shaped face. We would always go swimming in the creek that was hidden in the woods behind my house. My family loved her family and her family loved my family. Well that was until we found out that Amanda's family was atheist.

           It was Saturday night and Amanda's family had joined us for dinner. After eating a delicious meal both Amanda's mother and mine had cooked, we all had settled into the living area to just talk about the things going on in our life. Amanda and I had been so focused on our dolls that we had been playing with on the floor that we hadn't even noticed our parents arguing.

           "Amanda, we are leaving," Amanda's father, Mr.Henderson said as he scooped Amanda off the floor.

           I didn't know what was going on. I was only six at the time.

           Later that night when my mother was tucking me into bed she had told me "I don't want see you around that little girl ever again. Her and her family believe in nothing but the devil." Of course if you were my age you would have no clue as to what my mother meant by that.

             A week had went by before I finally got to see Amanda again. We had went swimming in the creek like always. When I got home later that day my parents were very confused as to why I had went swimming in the creek, knowing that I only went down there if Amanda came along.

           About three weeks had passed since I had secretly started seeing Amanda again. We would always meet up at the the creek at five in afternoon and wouldn't return home until five-thirty. Well except for one day when my mother and father had kept me inside to bake some cookies. As much as I loved to back cookies with them, I would have rather gone swimming in the creek with Amanda. while my parents weren't paying any attention I quickly ran out the house and into the woods. I could my mother and father telling me to come back, but I didn't listen.

           I wasn't even there for two minutes and my parents had already found me in the creek with Amanda. My father was livid. He quickly grabbed my wrist and took me back home. When we got back home I thought I was going to be greeted by some just baked cookies, but instead I was greeted by my fathers leather belt. That has probably got to be my worst day.

           After a month my parents decided that we should move. They both knew they couldn't keep me locked up in the house for the rest of my life, and once they let me outside they knew I was going straight to the creek with Amanda.

           Rumford is where we moved to. A small city in Maine. We lived in a reddish brownish house on Franklin Street. It was down the street from the church me and my family walked to every Sunday. There were a few kids who looked about my age who attended the church, but none of them talked to me. I had the same problem at school also. 

          It had been my first day at my new school and it was horrible. Well the kids didn't tease me they just didn't talk to me. During lunch I sat at a table alone. For group assignments in class I worked alone. At recess I sat on a bench out on the playground reading a book. I didn't know if I looked weird, smelled bad, or even had bad breath but I wore my hair down more often, took three showers each day, and brushed my teeth after every meal I ate. But I still wasn't noticed.

           I was now fifteen still living in Rumford. A lot of the kids I went to Elementary school with still lived here in Rumford and we had very few new faces. All of the new faces were ignored just like I was. If you weren't born there then you might as well get used to being a loner.