Leaving Home- Original Writing

Leaving Home- Original Writing

She climbed on the hard mattress and pulled the fluffy, violet diary

from under the feathered pillow. She opened the hard-back book and

ferociously flicked through the pages, trying to find a blank one, she

opened her bedside draw and rummaged through the useless items, she

picked up a pen and began to write. “ How could they do this to me?

Why now? Why couldn’t they have told me earlier so I had time to

acknowledge it, I mean I am sixteen I will be going away to college

soon, why didn’t they tell me when I was like ten so I had time to

think about it? Do they still love me after what I did? Do I still

love them after what they told me?” Marie scribbled her thoughts onto

the lilac page.

As she recorded the night’s events she realised something and stopped

writing. “I have to leave?” She told herself as she slammed the diary

and launched the pen across her room. Marie then started to pace

impatiently around her darkened room and started to talk rapidly to

herself. “ I can’t be in the same house as them, but I don’t want to

leave Jane, she is my sister I can’t just leave her, but she is just

too young too come with me, she isn’t really my sister, not by blood

anyway.” She debated with herself. Tears ran down her soft cheeks as

she tried to find a solution. “Jane belongs here, I don’t,” she

quietly said to herself. She crept over to her bed and lay down,

“they’re not my parents. I need to fid my real parents, my real

family, even if they don’t want to be found and even if it means

leaving everyone I care for behind. I have to leave.” She told

herself. The tears where like a river now, streaming down ...

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...l.” The cab driver said.

Marie turned around to face the cab. “Yea just a second.” Marie

replied. She locked the door and put the key in the letterbox at the

end of the garden. She opened the door of the cab and climbed in.

“Prescott street, Arizona please.” She told the driver. Tears ran down

her face as she looked out of the window and saw her hometown for the

last time. As she drove off she remembered all the good time she had

whilst growing up there. She thought about the first time she met her

wonderful friends, the first day in high school and all those memories

seemed like nothing when she remembered what her so called mother told

her on her Grandmothers funeral. She considered telling the driver to

turn round, that she had made a mistake but she knew what she had to

do, it wasn’t like she would never go back.