Runaway: part three.Day 3
It's early in the morning and I mean early. It's probably around four AM. I get up from my make shift bed and slowly make my way towards my bag. I search through my bag, looking for what I need.
I pull out my shampoo and body wash. I grab the towel and swim suit from the outside pouch of my bag. I quickly change into my swim suit, pull on a t-shirt and head out the cave. Its dark out, but I can at least make out of what's around me. I take off my shoes and place them just inside the mouth of the cave. I turn and walk to the right, further away from the beach. The rocky ground makes imprints on the bottom of my feet and the stray sand sticks to my toes. I keep walking and gradually the ground starts to slope downwards into the water. There's a rock that juts out over the water, shielding a small pool from any curious eyes down at the beach.
Lighthouse Cay takes the shape of a 'C'. The sand stretches out from the direction of the North and stops about
KC and Hope.I walk through the crowded halls trying to avoid being shoved to the ground. In these halls, it's not students roaming them. It's a freaking parade of animals.
I arrive at my first class, unharmed, ten minutes early. I walk to the back of the room and sit down. Balling my sweater up and resting my head on the desk, I slowly close my eyes. I am just about to doze off when a loud BANG! erupts throughout the room.
I open my eyes and look up. KC is standing at the edge of my desk; her hands pushing down on the thick text book, making her look taller than she actually is. I'm pretty sure she purposely slammed her book because she was grinning at me like a mad man-or in this case mad woman.
I let out a groan and sit up in my chair.
"You know I hate it when people call me that. You out of all people should know, considering I call you my best friend," I say.
"Well," she huffs. "What else am I supposed to call you? Hope? That's too long," she says with an all too in
Neighbours.I stood over the sink, washing the dishes. Being my fourteen year old self, I wasn't that tall; just tall enough for my head to reach the middle of the window. I could see the left side of my driveway and, just to the right, I could see the roundabout and the house that I dread to look at each day. The sun was just going down, making the light blue walls of the house look a slight purple. A few leaves blew in the road from the slight breeze.
I sighed. I miss how it used to be; when we were close. Now, if I was to pass her, she wouldn't even acknowledge me. It was as if our past was a different world; one so far out of reach that it couldn't be found again.
I heard her garage door being opened, saw her walk out and put the trash in the bin, where the trash will wait to be picked up in the morning. I sighed again as my eyes began to glaze over, remembering when we were best friends, without a care in the world.
It was as if I was looking through a television with my memories. I watched m
Runaway: part two.Day 2
I wake up and almost forget where I am. I just know that my back hurts. I hear the sound of the crashing waves, and I remember. I ran away from home. I just couldn't take it anymore; I had to get away.
I get up and stretch. Sleeping on the ground makes my back hurt, it's not like I have a big comfy bed out here. I walk out to the front of the cave. It is late morning, probably close to eleven. Damn, I should've put my watch on before I left. I sit down cross-legged at the entrance, leaning my head against the cave wall. It's damp and cold. I start to think.
Do you want to know why I left my home, my friends, and my family? Well, I'm not even sure why, to tell you the truth. I just know that Max and my brother are probably wondering where I am right now. Of course they're worried, I mean Paul is my brother and Max is my best friend. I've known Max ever since I was seven.
It was lunchtime at school. I was sitting at a table by myself and didn't have anything to e
Maybe.maybe i'm not the kind of girl you think i am.
maybe i wanted a guy to be dared to kiss me on the cheek.
maybe i didn't want to feel left out.
maybe i wanted to sit next to you.
maybe i wanted to lean my head on your shoulder.
maybe i wanted to wear your sunglasses all day.
maybe i wanted to be alone.
maybe i wanted you and only you to come talk to me.
maybe i just didn't want to see you talking to that girl.
maybe i just wanted to go home.
maybe i'm not the girl you think i am.