*Slap*
My mother slapped me in the face for being too sad and anti-social. I know that sounds like a weird excuse, but all my life I've been a girl who doesn't socialize with other people, and I've been through a lot of pain that causes sadness to become my personality. My mother is the head of the school board and teachers have complained to her about my behavior. I just don't care, I've got an attitude with people, because their life is too perfect. It makes me so sick to my stomach.
"You will give me a bad name you brat ! How can you do this to me ?" She screamed in my face, her breathe smelling of alcohol and junk food.
*Slap*
I slapped her back in the spirit of the moment. I instantly regret it when she gives me that cold stare, as she holds her slender tan hand on her cheek.
"You don't know what I go through each day Mom !! Because of you and everyone else who doesn't care." I yell at her running up the stairs to my room.
I slam the door shut and lock it, I rush to my suitcase and start packing.
"Open this damn door !!!" She screams punching the door.
Tears fall down my face and onto my clothes that are stuffed in the case. I grab my phone and charger, along with my money and knife.
I open the windows and throw my suit case outside and follow it. The wind hits he's against my face as I fall, hitting my knee on the landing I pick up my case and book it. I don't know where but anywhere but here, adrenaline fills my body.
My mother runs out of the door into the lawn, "You will never survive out there!" She screams but I block out her voice. I leave my neighborhood as blurs of red, blue, black and white pass by.
***
I walk into the nearest gas station with my wallet in hand and my suitcase trailing behind me. It smells of hot oil and expired food.Peopleme suspicious and curios looks, eyeing my case and the worried look on my face. I smile at them and they turn away and continue with whatever they were doing.
Luckily im 16 and not 13 because people would be concerned and come up to me asking questions.
I'm wearing ripped jeans and a blue Nirvana tee shirt with black converse.
My eyes search the aisles looking for food, they meet the snacks.
I walk down looking up and down on the shelf, I see chips and candy. I grab two cans of Pringles, three bags of dried fruit, four bottles of tea and two cans of soup, I check each expiration date just to be safe before I buy them. I've got over $300 dollars earned from various jobs I've done weekly.
I place all the items on the counter and the employee scans my items.
"That will be $23.76 for all of this," he says in such a "I don't care" attitude.
"Okay, here", I fish out the amount and hand him exact dollars and change. The receipt prints out and he hands me a bag with my food and the paper.
I take it all and walk out of the store, back into the world, that I will run into, knowing nowhere to go.
YOU ARE READING
The Runaway
Teen FictionEllie's pain was too much for her to bare. She ran away from her home, not knowing where she is going but just running. She comes to find something unexpected.
