She walks down the street. Her hand in her pocket feels the vibration of her phone. It hasn't stopped ringing for 10 minutes now. She knows who it is. Her mother. She knows she should answer it because her mother is probably panicking to her Aunt but she knows how much deep shit she will be in. If you're wondering what she done. She,yet again, had a fight in school and decided to run away without telling anyone. She sit in the park, watching children play on the swings dressed up as bunnies because it's Easter time.
Frannie's POV:
I watch the kids play on the park. I know how much my mom is probably worrying and my aunt, my step-dad too. I do want to go back but I know I will most likely be grounded till Summer. Sure, my step-dad sticks up for me to try and get me lighter punishments but he won't this time. I look at my watch, which I can use to call people, to see it is 17:46. I have been missing for 4 hours now.
I hate school. I only have a few friends and one really good friend, who I won't be able to hang out with now. It's so annoying because he was an idiot and started saying things to me and I'm not very good at controlling my anger so I hit him. The teacher was screaming at me and I was getting into all the trouble, so I ran off. She called for me to come back but I didn't listen. I'm hoping my mom will allow me to be home-schooled.
Yet again my watch begins to vibrate. I look down to see it isn't my mother, this time, it's my step-dad, Peter Quinn. I sigh, time to face the music, I think as I answer my call.
PhoneCall: (F - Frannie) (P - Peter)
F - Hello.
P - Frannie! Where the hell have you been!?
F - I'm just at the park. No big deal.
P - No big deal? Your mother is freaking out like everyone else and your mom has tracked down, she's on her way.
F - Ugh. Great.
P - It's your own fault and she's pretty pissed. You're going to be in deep shit.
F - I know. How did she know where I was because she had that chip taken out of my phone..
P - If I tell you this, don't freak out... She put a chip in your watch.
F - You have got to be kidding me! Can't I have any privacy?! I thought for once I was trusted enough. I'm 13-years-old. I'm not a baby anymore.
P - I know but your mom worries about you. Just like I do and your aunt. A lot of people worry about you.
I spot my mother's car pull up.
F - I gotta go. Bye.
"Frannie Mathison!" My mom shouts as she walks to me. I can see the anger in her face but also the relief. "How dare you get into trouble in school and then run off, without telling anyone, where the fuck you are?!"
"You don't even know what happened!"
"I know that you hit someone and your teacher explained everything to me. Do you know how worried I was!?"
"I dont know why! When you have a fucking tracker on my watch!"
"Don't you dare use that language with me! Do you understand? You scarred the fuck out of me! This is exactly the reason I had the tracker attached to your phone!"
"Well, I don't want it." I throw my watch to the ground. "I'm glad, he told me so I didn't have to be lied too!"
"Who told you?"
"Quinn!"
"Come on!" She grabs my arm and begins to drag me to her car. "You're in more trouble when we get home..."
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A/N I know it's short but this is just a introduction, the chapter will get longer. I promise it will get better. PLEASE, please REVIEW! Follow and Favorite!