Runaway
Chapter Seven
It’s been three weeks since graduation. Nothing got better. Everything got ten times worse. It was obvious that no one wanted me here, and the only one who would was Drew, who moved to Chicago.
It was a late Tuesday afternoon, and my dad and Kendall went out to eat like they always did on Tuesdays in the summer. They were repulsed by the idea of actually asking me to go. Right when they left, I went into the kitchen to go to where my dad keeps some extra money. I opened the cupboard and looked inside of the spaghetti box. There was about $1,000, so I took out $350.
In another cabinet, he had a new cell phone he was going to give for Kendall for her birthday. I took that and started it up.
Then, I went upstairs and grabbed two duffel bags. In one, I threw in all of my clothes, which was pants, shorts, bras, underwear, shirts, two jackets, undershirts, socks, sweatshirts, dresses, pajamas and everything else. I grabbed my running shoes and some high heels and put them in too. I changed into a Hollister sweatshirt and jeans and put on my Uggs. In my other one, I added anything else I might need: makeup, shampoo and conditioner, face washes, hair clips, brush, lotion, pads, toothbrush and toothpaste, tissues, laptop and charger, cell phone and charger, a blanket, books, a notebook, and pens and pencils. Finally, I grabbed my life saving which was $644 from babysitting and added the $350 I took from my dad. I put $100 in my wallet and put the rest in one of my socks. I was ready to get out of this hell hole.