I have no idea what was wrong but my computer would freeze every time I tried to upload this chapter. If you're reading this, and for the sake of uploading this chapter I hope you are, then my computer decided not to hate me for a moment and upload
This is a longer chapter right?
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Dedicated to grumpess_wigglemunch who has a very interesting user name and made the cover on the side and sent it in just as I was about to upload this. I'll tell you this grumpess, you had very good timing. (P.S. I'll admit, I'm curious about the inspiration behind your user name)
(Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes)
P.S. I cannot recall who it was but I read a comment (I'm pretty sure it was on this story but my memory is terrible) about updating for someone's birthday. If your 16th birthday was on the 20th, then it was you. Happy late birthday and I apologize for not uploading
I huffed as I pulled my binder from my locker and shoved it into my already full book bag. Apparently, the teachers at this school believed in work. Lots of work. Already I had two projects, a research report, and let’s not forget all the work that comes in a normal school day. The bell to end the day had rung moments ago and people were still rushing past to get out. I jumped when my phone buzzed in my back pocket, signaling a text message. I frowned when I saw it was from my mother, texts from her usually resulted in bad news for me.
‘Working late. Walk home. Money on the counter for dinner.’
Lovely, I just get to walk that five or six miles home in the blazing heat. Just what I mean when I said texts from my mother usually had bad outcomes. Case in point, a long and sweaty walk home. Frowning, I slammed my locker closed and pushed my way out of the school. As I made my way across the school parking lot, I grabbed my Ipod from my backpack and flicked through my playlists until a found a suitable one. Quickly I attempted to calculate how long it would take me to get home considering it took me a good twenty to twenty five minutes the last time I had to walk a single mile. So that’s twenty five minutes per mile times six miles and that brings me to…25 hours.
Ok, I’m obviously terrible at math but even I know that’s wrong. I was in calculus by the pure magic of the tutor I’d had before we moved but it seems now I can’t even do the simplest calculations. I shrugged off my mishap. Somewhere along the way I must have misplaced a number or put the decimal in the wrong place because it surely wouldn’t take me 25 hours to get home. The further I walked away from school, the less cars passed by me. Eventually I was left by myself staring ahead at a deserted road. The school was a few miles out of town so it would be awhile before I reached civilization.
A half hour later and I was sweaty and out of breath. Don’t get me wrong, I run often so I’m in pretty good shape, but walking six miles with a backpack weighing me down and the blistering heat bearing down completely changed the circumstances. I threw my bag down on the ground and leaned against a tree by the side of the road to catch my breath. I scowled when I pulled my water bottle out of my backpack and found it empty. Of course it would be empty! Because I have the worst luck in the world so right when I needed water the most I would have none. I sighed and leaned my head back against the trunk of the tree, savoring the shade it gave. Thankfully I happened to be walking through a highly wooded area with lots of trees to offer protection from the ruthless sun. I took deep breaths with my eyes closed.
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Libby Ashford is finally free of her living nightmare. On the run from her father, she and her mother move to a new town to start fresh and forget their past. Easier said than done. Starting at her new school, Libby already runs into trouble when s...