Not very good at writing stories. New at this sorta thing. Please review and say if I should go on I just sorta started typing and don't know where to go with this story. PM me if you have any ideas on where to go. Review please.
It all started one sunny summer night- the day after school got out. I just got home from a leisurely walk, when I heard my parents arguing with my 16 year old big sister.
"Lissa, do you not understand? You can't be out that late!" Our mom yelled at my sister. Right after that I heard a slapping sound and a door slamming.
I ran around the house to the window of our room. I knocked three times, that being our secret code to open, then waited. I heard some muffling around then the window opened. Lissa was holding a backpack, obviously stuffed to the limit, and telling me to move. She jumped out of the window, which was only three feet above the ground, and I couldn't help but notice her cheek had a long scratch on it, probably from our mom's long nails.
"Let's get outta here, I hate this place," I totally agreed with her.
Our mom is like a total butt. Our dad left because of her. We had to live with our mom, and our only brother moved to Oklahoma to live with our dad (we live in Texas). Our mom knows how to make every little thing become a fight. She tells us to do something, like wash the dishes, and she shows us how (which I'm pretty sure I knew how at the age of 14) when we do it exactly like her, she flips out. She says we are the ones doing it wrong. Somehow everyone loves her, probably because our mom is like what everyone wants to be. Pretty and very rich, not me I want to be smart and understanding.
My sister, Lissa, is like the kindest person you will ever meet. If mom is mad at something I did wrong, Lissa will take the blame for it. She is like my protector, I love her so much. At 16 years old she is so dang beautiful. She has chocolate brown hair, which is straight as a pin, that flows down past her shoulders a little. She has a bright blue eye color that can make anyone attracted to her or afraid of her, depending on how she thinks you'll act.
I am tall for age (14) at five foot 10 inches. I have brown hair that goes just above my shoulders. I have blue eyes, that my sister says lights up the night. Pretty much it.
"Mia, we are running away. To father," Lissa said. "I packed this bag a while back, but at least it has 200 dollars in it and some changes of clothes." I didn't fight it I just followed her to the train then to Tulsa, Oklahoma, to see our dad.