I opened my eyes to see Ally lying next to me, her face twisted into a frown as she tossed and turned in the pull-out couch bed. As much as she irritated me, I couldn’t stand seeing her in emotional pain. Just like my mother messed my up, her parents had messed her up, but not more than me. If she knew exactly what was going on, she probably wouldn’t have hated me.
Just as I was about to lie back down, the alarm clock starting ringing, causing Ally to jolt up, her body covered in sweat. “Good morning,” I said before removing the sheets from my body and rolling out of bed. I stood at the edge of the bed and stretched, feeling an immediate relief as my bones loosened a bit. “Aren’t you gonna… I don’t know… Get out of bed?” I inquired, but she shook her head. We had to go to school, and I knew exactly how important school was to her. She must have had a terrible nightmare.
“I wanna stay here by myself for ten minutes. I just need to think,” she said. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to start getting ready.
Ally’s POV;
I didn’t want to imagine my parents’ reaction upon finding out that I wasn’t home. One out of two things could have happened. Either they actually cared, and they were searching everywhere for me, or they didn’t care, and were glad that I was gone. Knowing them, it would’ve most likely been the latter. Although most runaways would have loved to be in my current situation, I wanted them to actually care for me. I tried everything in my power to gain my parents’ affection, yet all I received from them was pure hatred. I felt unwanted, and it didn’t help that I was basically an outcast at my school.
Still, that didn’t stop me from going. I just had to try to avoid people as much as I possibly could. At lunch, for inst...
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...tanding there, he looked at me, obviously confused. “What?” I asked. I then looked around to see if there was anything unusual around me.
“Why are you waiting for me? I didn’t ask you to.” I took offense to what he said, but I tried to keep it in, since he saved me the previous night. I knew exactly why he was acting so cold towards me, and although he wouldn’t dare admit it, he was still mad at me for basically leaving him when I was tired of the poor treatment I received from him most of the times. However, being cold didn’t make the situation much better.
“I just thought that maybe we’d all walk to school together…” I trailed off, feeling a bit of shame. “It’s alright, I’ll just walk by myself.” I opened the front door, my head hanging in shame as I thought about what had just happened.
At that moment, I realized something; Jon and I were never meant to get along.
I yelled at them, ignored them, and occasionally did the opposite they told me too. At the time, I thought that made me better than them, but in the end, it got me nowhere. Soon I entered high school and my bratty preteen-self calmed down. However, my parents became stricter on my grades because there was a big milestone that would be coming up in a few years, getting accepted into college. My parents made it very clear that if I did not get a large scholarship to any university, I would have to go to the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted out of the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their tight grasp on me. I completed year after year, always making “A’s” in my classes. I soon climbed to the top of my school’s ranking system and was at the top of my class. Though, this did not matter to me, I wanted out of my house. At this point, I knew I was not disappointing my parents, they were as proud as can be with a daughter at the top of her class. This was the first time in my life that I felt as if my parents were generally proud of me and my accomplishments. I still however, felt guilty. Even though I was doing it for myself, I felt bad that I wanted to escape my parents. I did not hate them, I just could not stand being under their control
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
" I can't get any sleep," I complained." The T.V.'s are distracting me from getting any," I continued complaining. "I wish I could just go back home so I can get some sleep in my comfy bed," I mumbled sleepily. The rest of the the time on the bus was terrible trying to get sleep. I was getting so distracted with the movie and I got so into it, that soon my neck and back hurt from trying to see the T.V.Until finally we got to school.
I froze. I had forgotten about the dance and now was uncertain about whether I was going or not. "Yeah, probably," I answered. She nodded and we discussed other things, but my mind never wandered away from the question she had posed. Suddenly, the bus appeared and I climbed on and took a seat in the front. I needed some time to think.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
She woke up at 6:00 am one morning to the sounds of loud banging on the door, but she was used to it as that was just her morning alarm. She got out of bed and changed into her baggy, worn-out red dress that didn’t fit her right anymore. She then made her bed, making sure to keep the crisp white sheets straight
...cold hatred I asked, “Why would you let him talk to you like that? Why would you let him say that about us?”
Instead of just staring at me tonight, she grabbed my hand and the skin under hers started to burn. “Get off me!” I shrieked. I bolted straight up in my bed screaming for her to stop when I realized it was just a another nightmare. I wiped off the bead of sweat on my forehead as I ran my hand through my tangled hair. The burning sensation was still stinging me on the backside of my wrist I looked down at my wrist to see what was bothering me. A strange yet beautiful marking marked my wrist with small little letters under it. Dismissing the mark I got up to get ready for school even though I dreaded it. I use to be happy to get ready for school, I use to be the at the top of the food chain but my father’s death changed that. Before I
thoughts, relax with friends, and meet new people that hated their parents as much as
“We need to think about it. I’ll talk to you later.” Returning to the living room to face his
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
“Looking at the stars again? If you hadn’t been doing this for the past few nights I would say that you didn’t have anything on your mind.” He asked.
My foster parents didn't love me, they used me as a tool, just saw me as an extra pair of hands to use around the house. I ran away at the age of sixteen, joined the Army.... ... middle of paper ... ...
I made my decision to go home, because I had been out for almost two and a half hours. When I got home, I was ready for the worst. I made no secret of my arrival, and I didn't care if anyone saw me going back to my room. The strange thing was that nobody seemed to notice. My dad didn't even mention my blatant disregard for his order. I was ecstatic. I had just fought my parents for the first time and I had won. I figured that my dad must have understood how I felt about the issue and changed his mind.