Runaway Bay

Stephanie Morrison is a normal 12 year old girl. She is a lover of horses. Stephanie leads a good life until her parents unexpectedly pass away in a ship accident. Now, her horse Blade has been sold to a slaughter company and Stephanie has an idea to escape her grandma's house. Stephanie comes across real big adventures, but will she emotionally survive the drama that comes with it? Read to find out.


21. .

       Stephanie's Point of View:

    Blade is gone...Blade is gone!!!

   But why? Why is everything being taken away from me! It just isn't fair, I have always been kind when other people are not, always have I been giving when other people are not, always have I been considerate when other people are not! So why, why am I suffering?! Have I done something wrong that I thought was right? Tell me now! I will change it!

   I stumble, stumble across the stepping stones that lead to the front door of my house, with the little pink pebbles surrounding it and bushes following them up.

   I helplessly reach the door and stop. Stop dead in my tracks. This is the part when I fistbump Dad.


  I miss his smile, I miss the way he told me everything was going to be alright when I knew it wasn't. And now he is everything else in my life.

    Ummm...keys. Keys, where are the keys.

   I search my pockets, pat my coat, rummage through my bag. Nothing, no keys.

 Wait! The hidden house key under the last stepping stone!

  Mom and Dad always kept a secret house key under the last stepping stone just incase they weren't home and I forgot my key.

Fewww, thank goodness for that!

  I step off of the stone I was standing on and reach under it. Sure enough, there is the key.

  Excited, I carefully grasp the key in my palm and jam it into the door.


   The deadbolt turns.

   I slowly open the door with shivering hands.

  The door creaks open...slowly...and reveals an empty looking house behind it.

   I step in. Silence is all that I hear. Nothing more than the pressure between my shoes and the hardwood flooring. Nothing more than a sad, empty log cabin that used to be filled with joy and laughter caused by a family of four.

   Now there is no family.

   I make my way from the kitchen and into the hallway.

   Horror fills my eyes.

   The worst thing ever in the history of terrible inconveniences is in front of me.

   A terrible sighting filled of sadness.

   My parent's silent bedroom.

   The door is halfway open. Just open enough for my skinny body to sneak through.

   I carefully make my way down the rest of the hallway and gently push open the door.

   I take a deep breath in and enter the room. The bed sheets are made perfectly on top of their bed, pillows are stacked in order, their green walls are silent and dark form the cracked window that only allows a slit of light to follow through, their oak furniture is free of dust, and their closet door is cracked slightly with a black coat lying on the ground.

   Everything is the same, like they never left.

  Except for the silence.

   I make my way across the brown, plushy carpet and jump in their bed. I wrap myself up in the blankets like a caterpillar buried inside of its cocoon in the middle of winter.

   I smell the scent of Mom's perfume and Dad's deodorant deep inside of the sheets.

   And it is only then when I breakdown crying.



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