Gone: November 15, 2017

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Clara's POV
I rush from the house and run to mine. I grab my biggest bag and pack it with all my money, clothes and shoes I can fit, my travel packet, and all I may need for traveling. I cry as I pack knowing I am saying good bye to everyone and everything I know.
The image runs through my mind:
Johnny, my so-called boyfriend, making out with my #1 enemy, Jocelyn. Their lips moving together and him pressing himself against her.
I cry even more, knowing all he wanted was her, and never me.
I go to grab my diary, but as I pull it out, I don't put in my bag. I open it and write one last entry.

After I finish the entry, I close the book and walk out of the house with my bag on my back.
Then I run.

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