The Getaway

CH. 33 Once I Was 7 Years Old

AN: hey guys! Quick note before this chapter. This is more so a personal issue BUT I began writing this- or more so thinking of this plot when I was in 7th grade for one of my English assignments... the first chapter in this book is literally written by a 13 year old. LMAO. The story didn't get a long run in my middle school years, but after publishing this as I got further into high school, I realized WOW a lot more people like this story than I had anticipated.

I'm older now, obviously, but it's still difficult to fill all the plot holes I created for myself when I was younger.

So, I do apologize for times this book could seem a little too cheesy— after all, most of the ideas sprang from an adolescent mind 🙃

I'm now trying to take this story to a different level of writing- ATTEMPTING to place depth and real emotion behind our beloved characters as well as attaching all the loose ties I jumbled up for myself. It's a lil tough, but I hope y'all ENJOY!
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As my feet pounded down the pavement away from the school, my heart raced with a new realization.

Didn't the school call home when you were absent?

I sighed, pausing mid-walk.

I turned my head, looking back at the school in thought.

I wasn't too far. I could turn back. Act like normal. Be normal.

As I stared back at the doors, Cameron's face flashed vividly in my mind.

Her deep, caring eyes.

My harsh words.

I shut my eyes tight.

God, I was such a bitch to her.

Even in a dazed state, I knew that's not what she had deserved.

I then opened my eyes again, turning on my heel and continuing to exit the schoolyard.

I made my way around the fence that surrounded our school, starting down the wobbly sidewalk.

I didn't have a phone anyways. I was free. Who could come looking for me? They wouldn't even know where to start.

I'm sure I looked very much out of place; a little girl in her school uniform with red eyes, and an overall frazzled appearance— marching cluelessly through the streets.

But, taking this lead gave me a rush.

I was breathing clearly, and suddenly, this supposedly "bad" high, didn't seem so wrong after all.

In fact, it felt peaceful. Like a getaway.

I strutted alongside the streets, watching cars fly by.

I looked at them with a smile on my face, my mind spinning happily.

I continued walking down the main streets of our small town until I reached a tucked away neighborhood.

For some reason, it appeared familiar.

I gazed at the small houses evenly spaced along the roads, my body instantly taking me somewhere only it knew— not bothering to share the memory with me.

I looked around in confusion, letting my feet carry me as I leaped from thought to thought in my mind.

The sky was blue. The birds were out and chirping with excitement.