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I shoved my clothes into my bag, tears streaming down my face. After all my parents have done, they have never hit me. Currently, they're at work, making this my time to leave. I packed my hygiene, my electronics, and cash. Setting pictures, albums, and journals on top of my junk. I slung my bag over my shoulder and went outside.

I made sure to bring a key, just in case this whole 'running away' thing didn't work; even though I was sure I wouldn't want to come back to this dump. I grabbed my bike from the backyard and put my skateboard in the basket.

Pushing my bike to the end of the driveway, I looked back at my house one more time, then pedalled.

A/N: I know it's short, but it's basically a prologue.

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