Beautiful. That was exactly how to describe the stars that were perfectly aligned. I didn't even know the word for how they danced across the midnight sky so perfectly. There was one star that I couldn't keep my eye off of and that one was a tiny star next to the big dipper.
That star from now on was going to be my lucky star. I guess since, even though it was so small, it shone the brightest. I closed my eyes and started making a wish.
"I wish that I, Raina Lilith, could travel the world and not be so stuck in this tiny town."
I smiled at the thought. Though I didn't know where I was going to go, anywhere but this old torn up apartment seemed good enough to me.
My so called mother was arguing with my older sister, Paxin, I guess it was because she crashed her car and got sent to jail for selling some drugs or something. I really didn't pay attention to them after my father left.
His name was Ven. He was strong and depended on himself. He was never home though. He always said he was out on buisness, but apparently he had another family across the country. He was out of the house when I was about six or so.
I'm now seventeen and depending on myself; to get myself to school, get new clothes, and to get to the post office on time. I was the paper/mail girl for the first five blocks by the mall. I slid out of the bathroom window and onto the roof.
My mom wouldn't have noticed if I was gone. She hasn't noticed that I lived there since I asked her a question about my homework when I was ten. Her response was "excuse me but should I go and get your parents? Are you lost?"
Those were the words that tore my heart into a thousand pieces. Though she always left a plate of food out for an extra person and there was an extra room with bed-so I was always fed and had somewhere to sleep in someway.
Paxin was never home, except for tonight, she was always with her husband, who was at least seven years older than she was. She was seventeen when she went to Vegas and married the first hobo on the street. Though that was four years ago and she still doesn't know whats going on with her life.
I put my bag-with a weeks worth of clothes and two hundred dollars-on both of my shoulders and put my tennis shoes around my neck and jumped out to the flag pole that was at least four feet in front of our apartment building.
Luckily I grabbed the cold pole just in time before I had any time to fall to the muddy green lawn below me. Each little inch I was sliding down the pole seemed like freedom but more of a regret leaving the little place where my own mother didn't even know who I was. I would be away from "them" and I could live on my own, start anew.
I wouldn't know anyone of course, though I could get new friends if I wanted to. Couldn't I? Shaking my head with confusion I deicded. Of course I would meet new people and call them my friends. With one final look at my old life I started walking on the side of the road, barefoot.
I knew that this was going to be a long journey, and I didn't want to ruin my shoes too soon. I didn't have enough money for buying a new pair. Even though I had two hundred dollars, that would probably only last me a week of food and travel expenses. I suppose this is the start of my wish. I had a chance to run and I took it.