Yet Another Runaway's Tale

(EDIT 2/12/16: Yes, I know this story is terrible and while I'd delete it out of shame I'm kind of keeping it so I can laugh about it with friends.)

In a little village in the south of England, Carmen Stacey and her best friend Travis are living in a world of sweet nothing. But when things become sour, Carmen abandons her modern fairy tale life.

Just half an hour away is a different society, run by the corrupt LittleVilla family, with the eldest daughter, Kimmy allready on the run. When a series of events becomes illegal, Grace LittleVilla flees with local troublemaker Henry Sapphire.


27. Chapter 27~Henry

When I awake, Grace has curled herself up beside me and is sleeping like a baby. I walk out from the sofa bed and walk

towards the exit, there I see Travis in the garden, with a barrel which is set on fire, he's throwing pieces of paper into the fire. I jump down from the tree house and walk towards my cousin.

"You're up early." I say

"I'm an early riser, what can I say?"

I sit beside him. "Why are you doing this?" I look at what he is burning; pictures of his father.

"I do this when I miss him," Travis says "When he left, mum almost burned the house down, her meltdowns told me that she was..."


"Yeah" Travis says "that. We don't really name it though."

I dive into my pocket and find a picture of mum and dad, Travis looks over my shoulder and says "That's aunt Alice and Uncle Simone, right?"

I chuck the photo into the greedy flames, I hope this photo burns like my parents will when they die, Sometimes I pray to the godess of death to kill them.

I then feel wired trigger from my neck, and I turn to see Grace kissing it, I pull her from my neck and she launches for my

face. "Ugh, Get a room!" Travis moans. Grace pulls away and laughs at Travis.

When shall we go Travis?" She asks

"Whenever." he replies

"Okay, I'll just get changed," She says.


I look at Travis, "Do you really want to go?" I ask him. He looks scared. "I want to find Carmen."

"Whatever you say" I say to Travis. "We'll go in an hour. Pack your things." And walk away, I see Travis put out the flames and scream "fuck you!" at the top of his lungs. I don't think he means me, I think he means his father. 

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