Teenage Runaway **Completed**

Hi my name is Garriyn Snow! I am 16 and my mom died 6 years ago and I am abused by my, always drunk, father. I have two best friends that i can only trust with my secrets and try to help me through my miserable life, Alexis and Christy (aka) Alex and Doug. One night when i finally got fed up with the abuse and i ran to Alexis and Christy's place and we thought of a plan. A wonderful plan makes us meet up with 5 wonderful people that changed me and my friends' lives forever.

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5. Are You Ready To Go?

Alexis' POV: 

 

     After we all said goodbye to eachother at McDonald's I got in my car and drove home. As soon as I got through the door I kicked my shoes off and walked down the hall to my room. Mom was at work and Dad was sleeping. My house doesn't have an upstairs but it has a large backyard so whenever Christy and Garriyn come over were able to have hiding spots outside, have a slip-'n-slide, or just a water fight. My place is very long and though so whenever you walk down the hallway there is a bathroom on the right then my mom and dad's room then a walk-in closet. On the left of the hallway is my room then a guest bedroom. I rarely ever use the bathroom in the hallway because I have one that connects to my room. We have a 3 bedrooms, kitchen, living room, shed, and a downstairs that has games and tv's with game stations, and 2 garages. 

 

     I sat down on my bed and texted Garriyn and said " I'm going to walk to your house and wait for you behind the bushes. Text me when your on your way out and we will walk to my house and pack." After I sent that I texted Christy and said " Meet me at my place in 10 mins. Bring everything your bringing to London. We will walk to Garriyn's and wait for her." She automatically texted me back and said "k". 

 

     *15 minutes later*

 

Christy's POV: 

 

     Me and Alexis were talking and walking to Garriyn's house. I was so excited to leave and go to London. I am nervous a little bit because something might go wrong. Like if my credit card doesn't work and we won't be able to get on that flight. If we didn't then we were screwed. But everytime I think about I just think " It's ok Christy, just live your life. Now's the time to mess up, laugh if you do." 

 

     " Christy?" " Christyyyy?" Alexis said. "Huh?" "Are you ok?" Alexis asked?

 

     " Yeah just thinking I replied." " Well were here, lets go hide in the shed until she says she's on her way out." 

 

      I followed Alexis into the shed. I've been to Garriyn's house many of times but i've never been in the shed. It was a mess in there, but i guess that's because her dad never makes her clean it out. 

 

Garriyn's POV: 

 

     I was packing like crazy. As usual my dad was in his room sprawled out on his bed snoring. Half a bottle of beer was still in his hand when I peeked through his cracked door. I had started packing my clothing when I got a text from Christy saying "Were here". I replied by saying "I'm still packing, give me a few." 

 

     I had packed everything from my clothing to my personal stuff to my hair and face products. I literally cleaned my room out. There was nothing left except for my bed stuff and the stuff that was hanging on my walls. I even packed the most recent picture of my mom before she died in there. I took one last look around and took a deep breath and shut off my light. Before I shut my door I peeked back in and realized there was a tear running down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly because I didn't want to look afraid in front of my friends.

 

      I took out my phone and texted " I'm coming" to Alexis. " Ok, Christy and I will be in the bushes beside your porch" she texted back. 

 

     I shut my door quietly and started walking down the stairs. I was carrying a large suitcase down the stairs with a backpack on. When I got to the bottom I set my suitcase on its wheels and started rolling it towards the door. I put my hand on the handle of my front door. I started to twist it when I felt something on my hand. There was a hand on mine stopping me from opening the door. I looked up into these bloodshot and tired looking eyes. It was my father.

     

 

     

 

     

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