Imperfect Just May Be Enough

A girl named Katarina has some major problems. She "lost" her deceased grandmas precious 24kt necklace. Precious as in has been in the family for many generations. Not to mention she is a liar,cheater,stealer..... do I need to go on? Join Katarina as we follow her on her amazing adventure that shows the bad and good side to all of her problems that leads her to think imperfect just may be enough.


16. Lucky Me

  Run away. The thought took a while to get used to, but it was no doubt my only option. After a while of plotting what I was going to do I was all set for later.

  I didn't eat dinner(seeing as I wasn't welcome) and just skipped it. Once I was absolutely sure that everyone wasn't awake anymore, I set my plan into action. I grabbed my old duffel bag I used to use for tennis and filled it with clothes and other necessity that I needed. I grabbed my phone and slipped it into my pocket. Just as I was zipping up my bag I heard a soft meow coming from Rascal. Rascal. I forgot all about him. I was going to miss Rascal. I picked him a up and gave him one last loving squeeze. Man, I was going to REALLY miss Rascal. After I'm done I set him down and walk quietly towards the door. As I do Rascal comes and rubs up against me. I have to take him. I wouldn't be able to survive without my loving Rascal. I scoop him up and put him in my bag and unzip the top so his head can stick out.

  Because of the additional person accompanying me, I had to get his necessities too. I slowly and quietly crept downstairs, praying that Rascal won't blow my cover. I grab a can of food from the cabinet and a box of Teddy Grahams for me. I grab a huge water bottle and stuff it in beside Rascal. When I'm absolutely certain I have everything, I walk towards the front door.

  "Goodbye house I never really liked." I whisper. I stood there waiting for a second. What was I thinking? Leaving can risk everything. I can't take care of myself, let alone Rascal. I push those thoughts aside and focus back on the plan. Gathering up all of my strength and courage, I turn the door knob. The door makes a slight creak so I move a little slower. I pull it out little by little and keep going until it's all the way open. I take one more glance back at the house. I'll never see this house ever again. Lucky me.


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