Teenage Runaways

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Bella... a.k.a Isabella, is a 16 year old school girl who is devoted to her education. She sticks to the rules and obeys her strict parents 24/7. When an 18 year old, rebellious teenager moves to her city, it seems he knows a little bit too much about her.
"We all learn to make mistakes... and run from them."

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9. Chapter 6

"I can't even... I mean, the state of you. What were you thinking?" Mum shouted as I buried my head in my hands. I woke up to find her in such an angry mood.

"Mum, it was my 16th birthday... I just wanted to look nice." I replied.

"Nice?! You were dressed like a... like a tart! Now go wash that muck off of your face before your father sees you!" she shouted. There was no need to call me a tart! 

"I'm so disappointed in you Isabella." she said as I walked out.

The minute I reached the bathroom, I burst out crying. I sat behind the bathroom door and the mascara ran down my face. I've never disappointed my parents before and I had no idea how I was going to make it better! I was a bit over dressed... but Trevor said I looked good and I wanted to fit in for once. My mother has never been that cruel towards me before and I was devastated to see her so angry with me.

I pulled myself up to my feet and tied my hair back before splashing cold water on my face. A shiver ran through me and I gasped as the water got colder with every splash. I picked up the soap and scrubbed it onto my face with the flannel, trying my hardest to get the black rings to disappear from my eyes. I managed to scrub enough to remove most of the mascara but my eyelashes were still a bit dark. I closed my eyes once more and Harry's face flashed through my mind, reminding me off the text message he sent me. Suddenly, my eyes shot open and I sped into my bedroom.

I picked my phone up from my bedside cabinet and switched it on. I must remember to delete that message in case my mum sees it! I went straight to my messages and a my mouth fell open as I saw '1 unread message'. I opened it to find it was from Harry.

'Hey... um, meet me today? Harry.'

Why does he want me to meet him? And how the heck did he get my phone number?! I wonder if he wants to explain who he really is? Or take me somewhere deserted and kill me?!?

'Come to my house at 6:30. We can talk there.' I text back. I don't want to be alone with him... at least not somewhere deserted.

'Talk? No. I'll pick you up at 8. Wear something cute.' he text back. Cute? Did he just tell me to wear something cute? And if it's not to talk then what?

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