1. ch.1~ runaways

Delilah's POV:

I stepped onto the bus, without a second look back. I was leaving and I was never coming back. I hated this place, and my parents. Too many memories.

I scanned the bus and picked a seat in the back. I threw my bookbag down and slid in. I didn't know where I was going yet, but I did know I had

to get away. I stuck my headphones in my ears to tune out the world.

I felt no guilt, no regret. When I was little I always promised my mom that I would never run away from home. Look at me now. I had good reasons though, great reasons. Reasons that I could never tell anyone.

I felt a bump as someone slid in next to me. I hated that someone had chosen to sit next to me, but it was a packed bus. I didn't look at whoever it was, I didn't care. I just wanted to leave as fast as possible.

The bus finally started moving and relief washed over me. I did it. I ran away. I was so overcome with joy, I felt a few tears slip out of my eyes. I wiped them away with the sleeve of my hoodie.

I felt a nudge but ignored it. Couldn't the person next to me tell that I didn't want to talk to them? They nudged me again and I finally turned around. A boy with blonde hair, blue eyes and a lip ring was asking me something.

I pulled my earbuds out. "What?"

"Do you want me to put your bag up there?" he asked, pointing to the compartment above our heads. His voice was thick with an Australian accent.

I looked at him, puzzled for a second. Why was he being so nice to me? I realized I hadn't answered him. " Uh, no. I'm fine. "

He nodded. I was about to put my earbuds back in, but he spoke again.

" I'm Luke. " he said, smiling.

"Delilah." I said, still confused as to why he was even talking to me.

"What's your story?"

"What?" I said, raising an eyebrow. This guy was weird, he could even be a serial killer or something.

He laughed. " I mean like, why are you on this bus? Where are you going? "

I eyed him. " Why do you want to know? "

He rolled his eyes. " I just thought we might as well get to know each other if we are gonna be on a bus for a couple hours. "

I shook my head. " I don't know where I'm going. Just away.. from here. " I said, looking out the window.

" You're running away? " he asked.

I nodded. He was so nosey, but I kind of liked it. No one ever really took interest in me, wether it was at school or in public. No one ever just wanted to talk to me.

" Why? You don't like Seattle? "

I shook my head. " No, not that. Reasons. "

" What reasons? " he pushed.

" What about you, Luke? Where are you going? " I changed the subject.

" I don't know either " he smirked. "Away. "

I rolled my eyes. " You're running away too? "

He laughed. " Yeah. "

I decided to end the conversation and I stuck the earbuds back in my ears. I was done talking to this Luke guy, even if he wanted to talk to me. He was just curious, and I really just wanted to forget about Seattle.

Soon I felt my eyes droop and everything slowly faded out as I drifted off to sleep.

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