KIDNAP MY HEART

CH3: GOOD AND GONE

I woke up on a huge pile of clothes with tons more scattered all about the room. I don't remember falling asleep or making this much of a mess. I finished getting my stuff together and changed into my favorite jeans and t-shirt. the jeans where faded and had holes in the knees and thighs, but I loved them; my shirt was hot pink with a lacy black skull on the front. Mother had given it to me for Christmas last year and it instantly became a favorite of mine. I love the softness of the material and how comfortable it is to wear. Finally, after snapping out of my daydream, I starting thinking of a way to escape my prison. I nearly jumped outta my skin when a crash of thunder made the walls shake. I glanced out the window and sighed; it looked like my brave plan to escape was going to have to wait. There wasn't any way i was going to run through that storm. i considered myself somewhat of a tomboy but not enough to go out in a storm as bad as that. getting sick and running away did not sound like a good combination. i layed down on my bed an drifted into a deep sleep. i dreamed about the ball and i was slowly making my grand entrance, as usual, and then i froze once i caught a glimpse of a beautiful creature that awaited me at the bottom of the stairs. as soon as i stepped off the last step, he grabbed my hand and before he could introduce himself i woke up. i hazily looked around the room it was still daylight? had i really slept that long into the next day? i checked the time and date on my phone and sure enough i had slept over 12 hours. "gah, guess this stress has  worn me out more than i thought", i muttered to myself. *knock knock* "Alice...i am sorry honey..i didn't mean to be so harsh with you yesterday, but this really is for your own good sweetheart". i became enraged...she honestly thought this was for my good?! its because of her stupid preferences since we are a "high in society" kind of family and God forgive me to be improper and be different and possibly happy with my life. i waited for her to beg of me a response but it was dead silent. i noticed the storm had quit and i was ready to get the hell outta here. i checked the window and surprisingly it wasn't locked. i opened it and checked to see if anyone was around. i threw my duffel bag to the ground and threw my purse over my shoulder and started to climb down the vines by my window. "God i feel like a twisted version of rapunzal" i muttered. i finally landed my feet on the ground, grapped my bag and made a mad dash for the gate. once i made it out the gate and into the city streets i slowed down and enjoyed the walk. i had some money i had stashed for a month adventure, so i was well prepared for this. i had dreamed of getting away since i was ten and had been saving since. i finally found a sign that lead to the airport and headed on my way... this was going to be a great, new beginning. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I slept most of the flights and was charged and ready to go once i landed in New York. while i had been waiting in the airport i had searched up apartments on my laptop. i found one that was decent priced and seemed nice enough to get for the time being and maybe do some work to it once i got more money after finding a job. i was awestruck as soon as i stepped out of the airport into the raging city. the huge buildings were breathtaking and the hussle and bussle was refreshing to the inactive, boring little New England town. i took a deep breathe and called a cab to take me to my new home.

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