I run away
I wake up to my "step mom" banging on the door, "Get up, Annabeth!" I got up and looked in my full-length mirror. (I don't have much in my room, just a bed, dresser, mirror, and closet. Because of my ADHD, the she-devil (one of my many names for her) said.) The webs were still there, the bites were there. Fading, but there. I open my door when I'm done with my morning routine. "Annabeth, I told you to stop playing games!" the she-devil said. "I'm not!" I scream at her. There were tears in my eyes. she just doesn't understand! "I hate you!" I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth etc. When I come out, I just walk straight out of the house, ignoring the she devil.
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I get to the house and I see my dad sitting on the porch. Days ago, I would've run into his arms. Today, I don't. for two reasons, 1) I hate him now, and 2) his expression says I'm in trouble. I walk straight into the house, ignoring his open arms. I'm about to go up the stairs when the she-devil says something. "Little girl-" "I have a name!" "-you respect your parents!" She looks at me, waiting for a response. I give her a biting one. "You're not my mom, and my 'dad' isn't even around enough to be considered a proper parent." "Young lady-" "I hate you, I don't care, and shut up! Because all I hear when you open your mouth is the ocean and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!" I run up to my room. I grab the biggest backpack I can find that I can carry and while my "guardians" are talking in their room, I run downstairs grab my frozen water bottle and 4 extra cold ones. I empty half the pantry and run back to my room. Not with a minute to spare, either. Because as soon as I close my door, my "dad" opens his. "Annabeth!" I hear him calling me. I ignore him, and pack my bag, three extra pairs of clothes, one extra pair of sneakers, my jacket, and a baseball bat. I drop it out the window, just as my dad comes in, and then I jump.