*Old Version* Running From Them, Running To You

Chapter 1-Running From Them, Running To You

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Chapter 1

Love doesn't bring people together. Love is what keeps people together. But chance, chance is what brings them together. Pure, simple chance. An effortless decision to create an emotion of unimaginable importance, or to let the paths pass, unknown to either party what they have lost.

I rang the doorbell and waited. Nobody came to the door, but I could hear the sounds of a busy house coming from the inside. I pushed the button a few more times. Still nobody. I twisted the doorknob, but it was locked. Typical.

I sighed, and looked down at my outfit. I had on a pair of light bell-bottomed jeans and a long t-shirt, tied up with a hair elastic. The pants were a little more worn then when I had originally taken them from the pool locker room two weeks ago, few rips here and there, but they were cute. It was the first time in a long time that I had something on that I could say looked like me. The grubby converse on my feet were the only thing I had left of what I had brought with me when I took off six months ago. God, that seemed like a lifetime ago. I raked my hand through my knotted hair, and decided to throw it up before I went inside. I really needed a shower. I flipped my head upside down and gathered my hair into a high ponytail, only then realizing my last hair band was holding up my ridiculously huge shirt. I let it fall back into place, when I felt someone looking at me. I shot up and spotted a toddler covered in paint in the window by the door. I kneeled down and knocked on the window. The little boy gave me a huge smile and knocked back.

I grinned, "Hey honey, could you let me inside?"

He nodded, and disappeared from the window. A few moments later, the door swung open.

"Thank--" I was cut off.

"Danny! What are you doing?" A girl a few years older than me came around the corner, holding a baby and a crying little girl on her hips. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw me.

"Thank god your here, take Angie, I don't know what her problem is," she shoved the crying kid into my arms and raced after Danny, who'd disappeared.

The house was a complete mess, and Angie squirmed in my arms, starting to wail. I had absolutely no clue what to do. I didn't think babysitter was part of the agreement for me to come here. Not that it had been much of agreement anyways, just a choice between foster home or juvie. I wouldn't tell them where my family was, so they couldn't send me back there. I hefted the child higher, and bounced her around.

"Here, whats the matter? C'mon sweetheart, don't cry. What is it?"

Angie looked up, her eyes pouring with tears. "Johnny ate my cookie and it was the last one!" She erupted into sobs. This was going to be a long few years.

That night I finally crashed onto my bed after hours of caring for the little kids. There were only four; Bailey, 9 months, Danny, 3 years, Angie, six, and Johnny, eight, but I don't think that forty could have wrecked more chaos. There were two others here, Chris, a good-natured guy. He was 15, a year younger than me. Then there was Courtney who was my age. Already I didn't like her. All day I had labored, chasing the little kids, and she had sat in the living room, feet propped up, painting her nails. She was a total goth, black hair, skinnies and band T's, thick eyeliner. She was actually really pretty, but it was hidden by the hoodie she had up most of the day. My foster mom, god that sounded weird, Stephanie, was actual really nice, she reminded me of my own mom. I felt a pang as I thought this. I missed my mommy. Amy, who I'd seen when I first came, was 21 and Stephanie's daughter. I liked her. It was to bad she wasn't going to school with me. School, I shuddered involuntarily. I'd always been surrounded by my friends, and I had no clue how I would react to being the new kid. I wished Maddie were here. She flounce into school and by the end of the day, she would have a date with the star football player. She had been my best friend, but I had left her hanging, without telling her I was leaving. I could almost hear the gossip. Amber Jameson drops out of school and then runs away. No one would have expected it. I was quiet and kept to myself, good grades, didn't get in trouble. I doubted even my family would know why I'd gone. I felt bad, knowing that my little sister probably cried herself to sleep, maybe still did, without me across the room. But I also knew that with one less mouth to feed, my siblings would have a little more food each meal, maybe would be able to keep the heater on throughout the winter months. They would be better off. So I left. That had been four months ago, the end of my sophomore year. I'd just turned sixteen and gotten my license, taken my friend's old car and gone. Over the summer I lived in my car, working odd jobs for money, sneaking into pool locker rooms and searching for my size in clothes. And it had worked, till someone reported me, and the authorities had sent me here. Everyone had started school a month ago, so I had a lot of catching up to do. I fell asleep, apprehensive of what tomorrow would bring.