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They always say that you can never go back to the place that you call home. I always thought that saying was wrong until I came home from my freshman year of college and I was proved wrong. It took 10 minutes for the place that I had called home for the last nineteen years to completely change. I was hurt and scared and did the only thing i could think of, I ran. It has been six years since I had come back to Tree Hill, North Carolina.
I never returned back to the school that I loved so much or talked to any of the acquaintances that meet there. After leaving Tree Hill I isolated myself from the world and moved down to Georgia. I left Tree Hill with the hopes of never speaking to anyone. I told none of my friends where I was going so that there was no chance of them following me. The only person that knew where I was going was my father. He was the one that I trusted and I know he wouldn't tell anyone, not even my mother, evn though he did catch me the night I was leaving.
When leaving, I packed my car with as much as my small car would hold. I was filled to the max, stuffed with clothes and little odds and ends that I knew I would need sometime in the future. I was lucky in which I had been working since I was thirteen so I had plenty of money to last me a good while. My father however insisted on giving me extra money. With one last hug and kiss and I whisper from my father, "I love ya kiddo. Call me, I'll always be there for you." I left in the middle of the night as the tears were streaming down my face.
I remember the drive down like it was yesterday. It was serene almost as I watched the states pass. My heart ached as I drove by my schools exit in North Carolina but I knew I couldn't go back there either, I had to be on my own. When I finally made it to Savannah I rented a cheap one bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town in a good neighborhood.
I found a good job working in an advertising agency as an assistant. I had also fixed up my apartment extremely well, having surveyed several yard sales and cheap stores. I called my father occasionally to check up on Tree Hill and everyone. Every time I talked to him he would tell me about all my friends asking about me and looking for me, even my mom he said was frantic at times. I guess the notes I left for some people just didn't do my leaving justice.
There was only one thing I felt guilty about because of my leaving. It was the main reason I left really. I was pregnant.