Hi everyone, this is my first fanfic so don't kill me with the negatives, but they are helpful for the future. Thank you for reading!

I looked out my window; of course it was pitch black outside. I looked at my clock hoping the time could go by a little faster. It was still 1:51 am.

My name is Cammie Morgan, I'm a 16-year-old girl attending Gallagher High school in Virginia, and I have insomnia. Ever since my parents' death when I was 7 I have had insomnia, sleepless nights, sneaking out, all the normal. I sort of feel bad for my guardian, Joe Solomon, but not so much since he's not so strict and he trusts me.

1:54 am, a little progress. I look back at my window I could easily sneak out. I put on my black combat boots over my leggings. I got my beanie out of my closet along with a baggy sweatshirt and put both on. I grabbed my cell phone incase of an emergency and was on my way.

I climbed out of my window onto the little roof under it, it was probably only 6 feet off the ground, and then I jumped off onto the grass. I walked out of the house's property and started to walk into town.

At this hour, only one place was open Ricky's. It was a small 24-hour café on the outskirts of town. Once I got there I sat on one of the stools at the counter and Jason came out of the back. Jason was 18 years old and needed money, so of course Ricky hired him to be the night owl of the café.

Jason smirked at me and went to make my normal, a hot chocolate with skim milk, whipped cream and cinnamon. Once he came back I spitted it slowly and then put the mug back on the counter, wiping any whipped cream on my mouth.

"What's new Cam. You haven't been here in a while." Jason said, starting a conversation so we wouldn't be the only two there with an awkward silence.

"Nothing really, I felt like getting out tonight, the time wasn't moving fast enough." I replied.

"Ah, time, the one thing that goes on forever and can cause men to go mad without doing anything but going."

"Jason, don't go all wise on me, you know I hate it." Jason just smiled and took my empty mug into the back to wash later.

I looked at my phone 2:27 am, a little more progress. I looked up at the back doors as Jason walked threw again, he was going to say something but my phone went off.

We both looked at each other, no one class me at this hour… Ever.

"Pick it up, will you." Jason said shaking his head.

I looked at my phone, the caller ID says Joe.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone.

"Cammie, where are you, get home now." Joe says from the other line, I can hear people and sirens behind him and he sounds panicked… That's a problem Joe Solomon is never panicked.

"Ok, I'm coming now." I said and then hung up the phone. My eyes were wide and I knew Jason heard everything too. He was turning the sign on the door to 'Be Back Soon' and was grabbing his car keys.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride." We went around the back; Jason drove an old beat up blue truck. I jumped into the passage seat as he started the car, and drove off towards my house.

Turning onto my street, I could see red lights flashing near my house. Once we got closer I noticed they weren't at my house, but they were across the street trying to put the house out of fire.

I got out of the car, closed the door and told Jason to go. As he drove away I walked over to Joe, he was talking to someone on the phone, when he saw me he quickly ended it and put his phone away.

"Joe, what happened?" I asked.

"Cammie, we have to move, I'll tell you everything when we get there."

"Where are we going?" I asked him, I was so confused.

"Maine, now come on, go upstairs back 2 bags of whatever you need, nothing extra, you can go shopping when we get to Maine."

I didn't say anything, I could tell he needed us to leave so I went upstairs to my room and packed away 3 pairs of clothes an pair of sneakers, my hairbrush with some hair ties on it, a few beanies, my phone charger and laptop.

Once I got back outside Joe was already in the car waiting outside the house. I got in the passenger side of side Ford Edge and threw my bags in the back. He didn't say anything and neither did I; I put my headphones in my eyes and looked at the clock.

3:04 am.

It was progress.