Finding Myself (Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

I hate my life!I was bullied when i was in public school but private school isn't any better. I'm a high school senior in an all-girls catholic school in Chicago. The only thing that gets me through the day when I'm at school is photography and music, especially the band One direction. My life at home isn't any better, I argue with my parents constantly and I hardly ever get along with my brothers and sisters. I decided that everything was too much to handle and I needed to get away, but no where to go. Read and find out what happens...


2. Leaving, and a New Beginning

Later that Day...

I decided it was too much for me to just stay any longer, my family doesn't care for me, they never did. got up from my bed and started packing all the things I needed but with no place to go, I didn't care I just needed to get out of there! I packed my camera, my beats headphones, my phone, and a lot of clothes and any cash I had, I had my debit card but it only had about $10,000 in it but I cant use it all at once.

One I was done I wrote my parents a letter.

 Dear mom and dad,

  Please understand that I left and possibly won't come back. The reason being is because you guys won't let me live out my dreams and i can't live them out here in Chicago, I know there is a good culinary arts school here but I want to experience something better. I know I am not of legal age to leave and move out on my own but I guess I can call up my uncle, Sergio that lives in Los Angeles and ask if I can stay with him for a while. this is for the best hopefully you can understand where I'm coming from if you even care. 

                                                                                                            - Alondra

I left the letter folded on top of my pillow. i opened the window from my bedroom and threw my suitcase out I put my jacket and book bag on and jumped out. I walked to the front gate and walked out not looking back. 

I rode the bus all the way downtown until I arrived to the Greyhound station where I bought my ticket to LA.  I called my uncle and asked him if he could meet me at the bus station in LA in a couple of days when I arrived. He agreed and asked why I was going on such short notice but I just said I would explain once I got there. 

One of the reasons why I decided to call my uncle was because he was the only person I could talk to and would be able to understand what I was going through because he had the same dilemma with his parents (my grandparents) and knew how to deal with my situation, he was only 25 so we could relate. 


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