Runaway

I glanced at my bedroom door and listened carefully to make sure no one was coming up the hall. When I didn’t hear anything I went back to the window and unlocked it. I listened again; there still wasn’t a sound, so I opened the window slowly. I had to be careful, I couldn’t dare get caught.

My name is Lisa and I am an orphan. I am currently trying to run away from my most recent care takers home. I want to be free and live on my own. I’m sixteen years old and almost old enough. This family though is weird otherwise I wouldn’t mind just waiting out the two years.

If I get a job, she takes my money and says she’s putting it in a trust. It’s my money though, and she’s technically not my mom. I tell her over and over that I want my money but she continues to take it. I see though, she’s spending my hard earned money on herself. No one believes me though. This woman is supposed to be a trustworthy care taker. I don’t believe that junk like everyone else. I’ve seen her, I live with her. I’m just not going to deal with her act anymore.

I guess I’m like my late mother. I’m a stubborn, wild, and uncontrollable girl. I live by my own rules and don’t take anything fake. I don’t have much patience for lies and all and I’m quick to make assumptions – not always a good thing. I’m pretty smart though, or so I’ve been told. I guess I can be really foolish too though. Like right now, if I get caught I’ll end up getting a lecture on how foolish this was and how I could have gotten hurt. Yes, I’ve gotten said lecture before. This isn’t the first time I’ve been put into a bad home.

I looked out the window to make sure know one was around. I glanced over at the clock, just after two in the morning. I listened for any movement in the house again; the only sound was the snoring in the room across the hall. I nodded, nothing was out of place, and this was good.

Carefully, I pushed out the window screen and placed it on the ground outside carefully. I listened again, nothing unusual. I climbed onto the window sill, grabbed my book bag from the bedroom floor, and jumped out the window before sneaking quietly away from the house. Nothing changed as I left and soon the house was out of view.

I ran through the neighborhood, I had to make it as far away as possible before anyone found out I was missing. It was the best way for me to get away.

I glanced behind me once in a while, no one was around. This caretaker seemed to be lazier, didn’t check on me much so I doubted she would find out I was missing till morning. I had to be careful though. As lazy as she may be, there was always a chance that she would check. If that chance was tonight I had to keep moving.

My eyes scanned over the neighborhood once more before I ran into the forest that blocked the neighborhood from the highway. These forests lined the highway for quite a few miles. It would take me a bit to get through them rather then if I just ran through the streets, but it would be harder for them to find me, to tack me down. It would work out better for a long run.

I glanced at the sky after a while. The sun was rising now, I could only imagine how far I’d run. I could only hope it was far enough. I listened carefully; I didn’t want to get lost. I could still hear the cars from the high way. As long as I could hear them I could always find my way out.

Putting my book bag down, I opened it and got out some water. I took a sip and stared up the light sky. It was beautiful in the morning I always thought. I liked to wake up early just to watch the sunrise and afterwords go to bed till noon. My eyes moved from the sky to the area around me. It was quiet, peaceful. Now I just wished that I could feel the peace they did. I couldn’t right now though. I had to keep moving.

Even if I were to get caught in a few hours at least I would have had my freedom. No, it may not have lasted all that long, but it was still worth something. It was worth something very important to me.

So until I was caught I would keep going, enjoying every moment of this freedom. I would enjoy this until the very end.