. What the hell? Argh. I threw the alarm on the ground, managing to rip the cord out in the process, affectively shutting up the alarm. I managed to slowly get out of bed. I found myself wondering over to the kitchen moments later, I opened the fridge finding nothing but two of my favorite chocolate glazed donuts. Yum! I just finished stuffing the second one into my mouth when I heard the door slam. Confused I quickly walked over to the door, finding my mother, if that's what you could call her, walking in with a bag full of something.
"What did you managed to steal this time" I spat out. All my life my mother stole to keep us alive, it was the only thing she could do no one would give her a job, but stealing was wrong sometimes I didn't understand how she did it.
"I managed to get a whole fridge full of food" she said sounding excited?
"Did you even think about what these people are gonna eat? Sometimes I don't know how you can do this!" I shouted at her.
"We need this Rosemarie, how do you think we could survive if I didn't do this for us?".
"Don't you even feel bad? What if these people are poor like us? I don't understand you sometimes! Don't you have any dignity?" I shouted at her, I couldn't live like this much longer it felt to bad using someone else's money, or eating someone else's food.
"Its for the best" She simply said "Now you better hurry, and get off to work" and with that she walked off.
Before she got to far, I decided this was it. "Fuck it!" I'm over this "I cant live like this anymore, I'm outta here! Don't wait up for me!"
"Rose-" she didn't finish before I ran to my room; I locked the door and started packing.
I pulled out my duffel bag and packed every piece of clothes in my wardrobe, I heard the my mother banging on the door "Rosemarie open this door now!" I ignored her and continued packing, I shoved my hidden stash of money into my purse, I couldn't use my door so I opened the window and threw my duffel bag out then I jumped out, luckily it was a one story house. I landed on my side, effectively bruising my rib bones in the process, but ignored the pain and I recovered quickly, throwing the duffel bag on my shoulders and I ran. I ran without thinking where I was going, I only knew I had to get out of here.
After a hell of a lot of running and a bus ride, I found myself at the airport. I chose the next flight out which was New York. I walked over to the counter.
"I need a ticket to the next flight to New York, please" I smiled.
"Sure, that will be one thousand seven hundred, please" she smiled in return.
Shortly I paid and boarded the plane hoping to start a better life in New York.
