IN this chapter, all of the characters and events are made entirely by me. Later in the book when she goes to halloween town, THOSE characters are not mine. It his is my first ever fan fic, so please tell me anything that needs to be changed!

Its my birthday again. I hated my birthday. No one knew or cared, so should I? I would go home after school to candles and my mother praying to change the past. Praying that I, the spawn of satan, where never born. She would cry, and throw me down into the basement to live amongst the rats and bugs all night long. Then for the next couple of days she would pretend that god answered her prayer. She would act like I didn't exist. I was terrified to go home. More terrified than I am of Troy broomwell. I have tried to run Away, many times. But there is limited places for a 10 year old girl to go. Father would find me every time. I would be severely punished like always, serve my time in the basement and who knows? Maybe they would even try to kill me once again.

School was almost over. Only 5 minutes left. My heart was pounding. I looked around the room. Stacy liming was playing with her hair, and chomping on gum as usual. George Bennett was drolling on his desk, and Charley Robinson was doodling on his paper. Everyone else was actually paying attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harley Lovely and Lilly Lutts talking to one another. I picked up some of what they where saying. They where talking about there halloween costumes. They seemed so exited. In a couple of hours, girls in sluty outfits and boys in monster costumes would rome the streets. They would ask for candy and laugh and play and have the time of their lives. Halloween was always so intriguing to me. I wanted so badly to participate, but halloween was also conveniently my birthday. One of the two reasons my mother and father thought I was the devil himself. They where extremely religious. I believe in god, But my parents beliefs slightly differ to mine.

They bell rang and I slowly walked out the door. I left my books behind. Father burned everything a few years ago, so I never take the chance. I slowly walked, thinking about what was to come. I remembered back to the day they tried to kill me. They put candles around the bathroom, and asked for me to come in. I didn't have a choice. I stepped in and they locked the door. I started to cry, and they put me in the bathtub, fully clothed. They took out knives and held me down, and tried to cut open my wrists. Such a slow way to die... Painful. They tried and tried, but I fought. I was not going to let them take my life away. I got to the door and unlocked it, and darted out the door. To this day I don't know how I did it. I don't know how I got out of that tub, or how I unlocked the door and had time to run. It was like time had frozen. There was no way I could have done it... But I did. I escaped somehow. I was a lot faster and stronger than the other children, but that was no explanation. I think i am so much stronger and faster because I was forced to adapt to the life style I had. I had to fend for myself, while the other kids had privilege.

I was pushed hard onto the ground. It was without a doubt Troy. I hated him. Afraid of him, not at all. But man, he was a bully. But it was nothing I had not already seen. "Happy Halloween, freak!" He kicked me hard in the stomach and ran off. after a minute or two, I stood up and continued walking. I hated the life I had. Why me? Why? I came to the end of the road. If I turn left, I go to the candles I was so tired of. The abuse. The basement. If I turn right, I go into the woods. I could run. I could run away from all of this. They wouldn't look for me there, I don't think. If they did, they would expect me to die or come back. It's not like I had anything to survive on. But I could try. I started crying. What do I do? I didn't want to go back... Ever. But the woods...

I was going to do it. I was going to run for as long as I could. I made sure no one was looking, and took a step toward the woods. I felt something inside me trigger... Two different feelings. One shouted at me to turn back, they will find you and kill you if you don't. The other told me to run, and never stop. To run was all I had. So I ran. I ran fast and hard. But a few feet in the woods I stopped to think, leaning on a nearby tree. Did I want to do this badly enough? Did I want to take the chance of suffering the consequences? The feeling to turn back was overpowering my will to run.

I Ran anyway.