Tag: runaway

  • Going Green

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew the car had to be mine the moment I saw it.  It wouldn’t be as inconspicuous as I wanted to be with the bright green, but maybe standing out was a way I could stay hidden.  I planned to hide in plain sight.  I hated green, but I knew…

  • Nabbed, Grabbed and Sneaked

    The day I found my mother going through the boxes in my closet was the day I knew I had to move out.  At nineteen, I knew it was time and it had been time for a while, but I had been hoping to save a little more money before I made the transition.  My…

  • Runaway

    I knew I would leave town the second I got a drink thrown in my face.  All I could do to not react and to throw a fit was to know I was not going to be here much longer.  With my relationship with my parents essentially over, I had nothing tying me to Florida. …

  • Pretty as a Postcard

    “I hate when people tell me I’m as ‘pretty as a postcard.’  Why do people think that’s a compliment?  I want to be noticed for my brain – something I actually work to improve.”  The longer I listened to Morgan talk, the more I tuned her out.  I would be ecstatic for anyone to give…

  • Email Inbox

    The day I got the email was the day my life changed forever.  Everything I thought I knew was thrown out the window.  I couldn’t ask my mother because I knew she wouldn’t know how to respond or what to do.  I read the email once more and slowly closed the lid to my laptop.  “No homework to…

  • What They Don’t Know

    “They don’t know any more?  How can they not know any more?  What have they been doing for the last week? ”  “Linda has only been missing -” Mary started.  “A week!  She’s been missing for a week!  What do you think is going on?  Something has happened and the police haven’t done anything since Tuesday.”  I interrupted Mary with my…

  • Can’t Be Bothered

    “Miranda can’t be bothered and I mean to find out why.  Why is she gone all the time and why doesn’t she ever show up for work?  Something has to be going on at home, but if she doesn’t talk to anyone while she is here, how are we supposed to get anything done?”  Jessica set the…

  • Running

    “Was she running?  Like actually running?  Again?  How did she look?  What -” Martin interrupted me.  “Take a deep breath.  What question do you want me to answer first?”  Martin poured another glass of iced tea and smiled.   “Tell me everything.  I just can’t believe she is running again.”  I ran my fingers through my hair, not…

  • You Don’t Know Me

    “When you see me, please pretend like you don’t know me.  You don’t know me, you don’t know me,” I thought.  I closed my mouth and hoped that I didn’t actually say that out loud.  Nobody around me seemed startled so maybe I did just think it to myself.  Mr. Garcia, my Calculus teacher, had just entered the small restaurant on…

  • Clouds

    “His head is always in the clouds,” I overheard my teacher tell my parents.  “Is that a bad thing?”  My mom asked tentatively.  It was probably the fact her head was in the clouds most of the time, but I knew the rumors weren’t true about either of us.  She was just using her art to escape the trauma of her…