Y/n an outgoing special girl hates her stuck up abusive family so much she decides to run away for good.. well for now. She meets a young girl and boy on the train to where she was going in hopes to find her way the boy draws her in.
I know what you are thinking. "Y/n you have such a purfect life and good money, why ever would you run away?" Well my life isn't all laughs and parties. You see I was born the only girl in a family of 3 boys. They wished for a boy but that simply didn't happen. Sense I remember I wasn't always liked. My family would hit me if I did ever so much as cried. I was taught to do as a lady should do throughout my child hood. To embroider, to have good posture, to even drink tea the right way. But what my parents didn't know Is I hated that. As early as 8 I figured out how to fight and read. How to stand up for myself too. I mostly kept this a secret. If my parents found out I was improper all hell would break loose. Now let's see where dose my story begin?
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Tuesday night is when I escaped. I had been planning it for months. I knew if I didn't leave my parents would marry me off to some rich snobby man and i would be doomed. I first started by taking a few belongings. You know the usual, knifes and one dress. I stole a little bit of Eros from my father. Just to keep me from dehydration. I made sure my whole family was asleep. When the house was quiet I initiated phase one; leave the home. Phase one was pretty easy, the hard part was climbing down. I had a tree right by my window that I could climb down, but I barely had any branches so it would be hard. I laced my boots tight and grabbed ahold of my bag.
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I carefully stepped onto one of the branches, hugging the tree close to me. As I got closer to the ground I slid off the tree. Phase one: compleat.
