I was staring at my stuffed backpack. It had only been about seven hours since I escaped school, but it felt longer. Since I had left, I had been packing, planning, preparing like a person waiting for the apocalypse. Like being prepared depended on my life. Did it depend on my life?

I started pacing.

A couple changes of clothes? Check. Nutrients? Check. Money? Check. Toiletries? Check? Sleeping bag? Check. First aid supplies? Check. Phone, book, and journal? Yep.

I'd be on my own. No support. I have no plan for what might happen if I running out of supplies, miles away from home. If I did manage to come back, it would be very possible that my parents wouldn't even let me back in the house.

I let out a frustrated grunt and flopped on my bed. What the hell was I doing?

What was I thinking, running away? I was fourteen for God's sake.

Just fourteen.

I hated being a kid.

I hated not being able to make any helpful meaningful decisions.

I hated being treated like scum, because of my age, my gender, my abilities, my looks. I hated being constantly insulted by prats.

I hated that I was betrayed.

I hated that there were so few ways that I could change all this.

I hated that running away was my best option.

I hated that I was jumping out of my bedroom window and running into the night.

I kind of hated that I was saying goodbye.

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A/N: yay I updated. I know I said I would update that week but I had what I thought was a good plan in my head and then I thought of this better plan... and yeah I just suck at updating. I'm almost done with the next chapter but I have to write the one of after the next to make sure it makes sense... but hopefully see you all soon thanks everyone.

Also I wrote this all when I was practically asleep in the car sorry for the mehness of this chapter...