I need to leave. Actually do something in the world. So I did. I packed up, took my clarinet (which wasn't, technically, mine to take) and ran off in the middle of the night.
At thirteen years old, I was a runaway.
I knew this day would come, sooner or later. There was no doubt in my mind that I would leave this horrid state and find my own way. I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I thought I would finish eighth grade, go to high school. Get a Scholarship in the most far-away place, (and the most opposite of Tennessee), that I could. Like Washington D.C. I've always wanted to be near the president. God, I've always wanted to be the president. But that thought escaped me when I climbed out of my bedroom window.
My friends didn't believe me when I said I was leaving.
"Come with me! Let's run away and never look back!" I told them.
"You're sounding a little too Katy Perry-ish, Kaleigh," they said back.
I'll show them.
