The Clio Chronicles

The first story of Clio's many adventures

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1. The worst nineth birthday.EVER.

I'll give you a bit of background info. My dad ran away before I was born, so  I never met him and my mom died in childbirth, so i never knew her either. I was placed in foster care. The worst foster family i was ever part of is the one i currently live in. It's not even a proper family, just me and a drunkee named Jackson. He'd treat me like a piece of dirt, burning my arms with lit cigarette butts, pulling my hair, etc.I had lived with him for a year and a half now, and it was time I left. I had refused to do the dishes after breakfast, so he locked my in my room,that is, if I can call it that. All that was in there was a bed and a small window near the top. He never realized it was my birthday. Luckily for me, I had all day to plan an escape. Unfortunately, i forget that he was having his girlfriend, Janice, over for dinner. I had mostly planned it out in my head when he burst in and told me to get presentable. 

"Why?"I asked.

"I TOLD YOU! JANICE IS COMING OVER TODAY!" he yelled in my face.

"I'll pass" I told him. I really hated Janice, almost as much as i hated Jackson. She was so.. fake. She had a ton of botox and was just plain rude.

"fine."He spat, shoving my to the floor. He walked out, re locking the door behind him. It was then that I realized that I would need it unlocked to escape. When Janice arrived and i was certain he wouldn't barge in, I began packing. It didn't take long, as I only had a couple tee shirts, a pair of jeans(which i was currently wearing), a pair of pajamas, a small teddy that i found in the front yard one day, with my name written on it's shirt in gold printing, my tooth brush, and socks. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and stuck a few bobby pins in and i waited. Eventually, I heard them go to sleep upstairs. I quickly picked the lock and dashed into the hallway, creeping to the front door. Luckily, it was unlocked. I pulled it open with a small creak, stepping outside, and I ran.

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