My Best Nightmare

I thought he was this great amazing guy, at first. He was supposed to be this sweet, loving and caring guy, but he was far from that. I thought he loved me. Then "He" came into my life. He made things better. I was happier.

Who's love story is this anyway? Who will Julie end up with? Will she go back to Justin or stay with her new "Love"?

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1. Intro

*Julie's Story*

 

       My name is Julie Henson and I'm 17 years old.

       I'm just a regular girl, trying to survive in this game called life. I live in Stratford, Canada, I lived a some what basic life, the Christian household, parents think I'm the "Perfect Child" which I'm not, never gets in trouble. 

       My mom doesn't allow me to have fun, no parties, no leaving the house after 10 p.m., no smoking, and no drinking. She's pretty strict on me, but it's to 'protect' me from any 'danger' because I'm always in danger of something. I feel like I'm in a prison, but I haven't committed a crime. 

       For my social life, you could say I'm quite the butterfly online, but my mom doesn't know and she's not gonna know. She don't need to know everything I do. As of real life I'm quiet, shy and I don't get much attention, I'm a bit "invisible" to everyone. I guess it's because I'm not a threat to anyone, they don't have a reason to mess with me, or I'm a loser. I see the world, but the world doesn't see me.

     I haven’t lived in Canada my whole life, I moved to Stratford, Ontario, Canada, a few weeks ago. It wasn’t easy getting me here either. Don’t get me wrong, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Canada, I just don’t want to live here. I’ve lived in America my whole life, moving to a different country was not in my life plan. I planned on finishing high school there, and going to college there. I know nothing about Canada.

     See, my mom got hired for some corporate place, so we had to move here quickly. It’s not so bad here, but sometimes I wished I were back ‘home’. I remember when my mom first told me we were moving here.

 

 *Flashback 2 weeks ago*                

 

“Oh my gosh! Yes, I’ll take the job. Where is it?.. What?.. I don’t even live in that country.” I overheard my mom on the phone. “No… I can find a house there... That’s no problem.” Find a house where? I began to get worried. She hung up the phone and looked at me. “Hi, sweetie. I got the job.” I just looked at her.

 

 “I heard, congrats.” I said blankly.

 

“But, the job is-”

 

 “The job is where?” I asked getting impatient.

 

 “It’s in Canada.”

 

“Canada? We can’t move to Canada! We know nothing about that place! I’m not moving to Canada, there’s no way you can make me.” I cried.

 

 “Julie,  sweet-“ She said softly.

 

“Don’t sweetie me. How could you agree to move to a different country without even consulting me on how I would feel about it? Don’t you care how I feel?” I yelled.

 

“Julie, you know I care. It’s. It’s just I need this job; you know how bad I need it. I took this job because; I only want what’s best for you. So, you can have the best education. So, you can have a better life.”

 

“I don’t want a better life! I want this one. I have friends. We have family here. We’re just supposed to throw that all away, like it was nothing? I love it here, nothing is better than here. This is where I’ve spent my whole life. I wouldn’t change that for anything.”

 

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” She said softly.

 

“You just don’t understand!” With that I slammed my bedroom door shut. I ran to my bed and cried into my pillows.

 

Sometimes, I swear she doesn’t remember what it’s like to be a teenager. How can she expect me to move to another country like that? That’s crazy! What makes her think that moving to Canada would be what’s best for me? Being here is what’s best for me. She just wants to ruin my life. I’ll show her. I’m not going to Canada. She can go without me.

 

         I waited till she fell asleep, just lying in my bed. I decided if she wants to go to Canada she can, but I’m not going there’s nothing she can do to make me go. I left a note on my nightstand for my mom.

 

                                    “Dear mom,

 

            I’m leaving tonight, just know I love you, and I’m safe.

            I can’t pack up everything; leave everyone and everything I love and just leave.

            I love it  here too much.

            So, I’m leaving don’t bother looking for me, please just go to Canada without me.

 

                                                                                                            Love Julie.”

 

       I opened my bedroom window, slow enough so she couldn’t hear me. I’ve never ran away in my life, but there’s a first time for everything. I jumped out the window; luckily there’s a tree near my window. I grabbed onto a branch slowly climbing down. I called my best friend, Amy, to come and pick me up around twelve, after I stopped crying. She was waiting for me a few houses away from mine.

 

     “Hey.” I said.

 

     “Hey,” She replied. “Are you sure you want to run away?” She looked at me concerned.

 

      “Yes, she wants me to move to Canada! She can’t do that.” I felt like I was gonna cry again. “How could she just agree to that, without even talking to me first? Gah, sometimes I don’t understand her.” I groaned.

 

      “She’s your mom, she loves you.”

 

      “I know she does, but I can’t just pack up everything and leave to go to Canada. Not happening.” I sighed.

 

      “So, where are you gonna go?” Amy asked.

 

      “Umm, I’m not sure, I just don’t wanna be here.”

 

       “Okay…”

 

       “I can’t go to family, she’ll just call them and they’ll tell her where I’m at. I gotta get out of town. Somewhere she can’t find me.”

 

----An Hour Later-----

 

      “Are you sure you want to do this? You can always go back.” Amy asked once more.

 

      “Are you saying I should go to Canada with my mom?” I asked.

 

      “No. It’s just. It’s just running away. Isn’t the answer. You’ve never done anything like this. I don’t want you to leave and go to Canada either, but running away is illegal. I’d miss you in Canada. I’d miss you even more in Jail. What if something happens to you while you’re out here. Only I know where you’re at… for now. If you go somewhere else, no one will know. Your mom will be worried about you so much, everyone will. You know that.” I could hear the worry behind her voice.

 

      “I never thought about that.” I admitted.

 

      “You can always come visit me, from Canada. Tell me how hot the guys are, how it’s different or not different, I don’t know much about Canada, I’ve always assumed it’s like America.”

 

      “You’re right, I. I just don’t wanna leave.” I began to cry.

 

     “Awe. You’re my best friend, I don’t want you to leave either, but I don’t want you to get hurt out here. I can’t let you roam the streets like that; I love you too much for that. I think you should go back home before your mom notices you’re not there, and pretend that this never happened, and go to Canada.” It hurt but it’s what I needed to hear.

 

     “Okay.” I said still crying.

 

   “I’m gonna miss this place, I'll miss everyone.”

 

    ”And, we’ll miss you, too.” Amy took me back home. My mom was still asleep, thank goodness for that. She would have killed me. I never told my mom I almost ran away, she would have freaked out and grounded me for a couple months.

 

Author's note:

 

Edited this chapter, add a lot to it. 

 

 

 

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