Graduation had just ended and I couldn't wait to move to England and leave this place. Life had been depressing. Multiple things had happened.I had finished packing all of my clothes and slammed my last suitcase shut. As I walked down the halls one last time, everything hit me. All of the memories from parties and waking up with hangovers and running late for classes, I was going to miss it.
I was an artist. My art was finally becoming recognized and my career was finally beginning to take off. Painting was an out for me since I was young. I loved the way my acrylic paints smeared onto the canvas and how I could bring the pictures in my mind to life. My favorite part was mixing colors to make brand new ones. Turning lilac and princess pink into a never ending sunset, that was my passion.
I stayed at my grandmother's house that weekend. My flight to London was at 3am on Sunday. I had one day left to spend with my grandmother, but she decided her boyfriend was more important. Instead, I ended up going to the mall to shop.
I enjoyed spending my time at home mostly, but it was healthy to go out sometime. I guess. I liked reading better than walking around with pounds of bags on my arms, unless those bags were filled with new art supplies.
I guess you could say I was different than most girls, then again I was pretty normal. Average. I was from a middle class family. My home smelled like my dad's morning coffee. My mother stayed at home caring for my siblings and I. We were a small bunch, a family of 6. I always had to earn what I wanted, and so I reached for the stars.
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FanfictionEscape tries her best to be rid of her past, but when she finally let's another man back into her life will he bring her happiness and relief, or will he end up killing her even more?