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Chapter 1
3rd Person POV:
She grinned wildly as she ran, getting farther and farther into the forest, farther and farther away from the cops and police sirens, and closer to Oklahoma. Sure, her legs felt like led, but Alice didn't care. All she cared about was to get to her destination: just beyond the Oklahoma line.
"Alice Williams, stop running!"
That was a policeman. This was the third time this week that she'd been through this part of the woods, so she was fairly familiar with the area. Unlike the local P.D., Alice knew exactly where she was going. Each time she went through here, different police officers followed her. They didn't know all the short-cuts like Alice did.
Nobody knew why she kept coming back to Austin, Texas, not even herself. But they all knew where she'd come from.
Alice Williams had run away from her family because they didn't understand her. She wanted to do her own thing, but her opinion didn't matter to them. So, three weeks before her birthday, September 22, she packed her bags and left in the middle of the night.
If there was one thing Alice didn't know, it was the date. The only thing thing she really knew was that it was probably passed the 22nd, passed her birthday.
But if it was passed her birthday, why were the police officers still after her? She was a legal adult.
Alice didn't spend too much time questioning the police. She saw the familiar sigh that said her three favorite words: Welcome To Oklahoma. As she passed into Oklahoma, she grinned even wider, if that was possible, and listened to the cops curse behind her.
"That...Girl...crap!That girl...is waayy to fast..." a police officer muttered, gasping for breath.
Alice POV:
As usual, I ran into the woods (A/N: most of the geographics will be made up courtesy of the fact that I haven't been to Oklahoma or Texas!) and ran directly into a huge group of girls. Most of them had the same hair color as me: light brown, looking like it had blonde streaks in it. But it didn't, it was the natural color.
I'd stay in Oklahoma for like two hours, then head back to Austin, Texas for some unknown reason. I just felt drawn there. It was strange.
My stomach growling brought me back to reality, and I went to some cafe, seeing if the cooks would see me and feel bad for me, maybe tossing me some food?
Thing is, I haven't had anything to eat for two days. I was desperate for at least a bagel, which I used to hate because of the whole burning process.
Flashback:
I was six, just learning how to use a toaster. I twisted the bagel, making it break apart, then put it in the toaster, pushing the button down and waiting. Twenty minutes later, the bagel still didn't pop up, and I pulled the pug, looking inside the toaster: black dust was clearly visible.
I was ten, and this was the fifth time I'd attempted to cook a bagel, 3 times burning my bagel. If I burned it again, this would be the last time I made myself bagels, I swear. I waited five minutes before I popped the bagel up, and it was burned to a crisp. I narrowed my eyes at the burned food, threw it away, and stomped off to my room.
Sighing, I walked up to a small cafe, looking into the window like a child looking at cakes. An elderly woman saw me, but scowled and waved me away. I wanted to act childish and stick my tongue out at her, but I didn't, and just walked away.
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Within an hour, I managed to get some pizza crust, a hard piece of bread, and some weird mushy stuff called spinach. For the record, NEVER give me spinach again, whether or not I'm starving. I'll only eat it if I'm on the brink of death.
I scowled at the boy who gave me the nasty food. He seemed to be six years old, and had a wicked smile, which told me he knew exactly what he was doing. "You little brat..." I growled. Knowing I couldn't do anything to him, I turned on my heel and stalked away, back towards Austin.
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I groaned, and stopped at some random restaurant just outside the city limits of Austin. I leaned up against a huge bus and started taking deep breaths. Why must my life be difficult? Why? I thought bitterly. According to a tiny building across the street, it was 5:50 pm. I was getting tired, and again hungry to the point that it made me feel sick.
Just as I was about to get up, and British voice startled me by asking, "Why are you here?"
I jumped, looking up and blushing. "I-I'm sorry, I was just resting. I promise, you won't see me again."
I started to walk away when a strong hand wrapped around my bony wrist. "Where are you going to go? You look hungry..Don't you want something to eat?" the British accent continued to talk, but I still didn't look at his face.
All I was thinking was something along the lines of, Wow, he has an amazing accent.
I was brought out of my thoughts when a hand was waved in my face. "Hello?"
I jerked, then finally looked at the face of the British dude. "I'm sorry, I-" I stopped mid-sentence, staring at the Brit in front of me. "You're Jason Styles, " I said, dumbfounded.
"And you're a very pretty girl," Jason replied, winking.
"But I'm a homeless runaway."
"Eh, we can change that."
"Really? Even stop the cops from chasing me?"
Jason looked uneasy for a second, then confident. "I'm sure we can sort that out to."
I sighed, easy to give in. "Fine. But where are we going to?" I asked as Jason dragged me into the restaurant.
"First, you're gonna eat. Then, you're gonna meet the other boys."
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I blushed as Jason watched me dig into a large plate of my favorite food: buffalo wings. Usually, I didn't like spice, but this was a delicious kind of spice. I'd probably pay for it later though; acid reflex was unavoidable for me whenever I ate something spicy. It sucked, but the food tasted so good!
As soon as I finished the buffalo wings, I grabbed the napkin and quickly wiped my face, which probably had the red buffalo sauce around it. I blinked at the plate, surprised that I ate that much. Shyly looking up at Jason, I allowed a tiny smile. "Sorry...it's just, I haven't ate anything in two days...except small things like pizza crust..."
Jason shrugged, then left to quickly pay the check. As soon as he got back, we practically ran into the tour bus; the place was swarming with tons of fans.
"So...when's your birthday?" Jason asked, obviously trying to start a conversation while the driver started the bus and began driving away from the restaurant.
"September 22. I'll be 18."
"Happy Birthday."
"What?" I looked at Jason like he was a mad man. "Did you just say Happy Birthday?"
"Yeah...it's the 22nd."
"Oh...thanks."
"Yup."
It was a silent ride to the hotel after that, so I took the chance to catch up on my sleep. It was gonna be very interesting night.
that's chapter 1! :D haha, I have 3 more chapters done, so if I get at least 2 reviews, I will put the rest up!
~Mariah Faye xx
