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Nessie's POV

Chapter 1: In Trouble

Nessie's POV

I tuned my mother out as she continued to yell at me. She didn't care about me though. She only noticed me when I did something wrong.

In this case I got an F in math. I know that an F is a terrible grade but I just can't understand math. It doesn't matter how hard I work and study I just can't understand math.

My mom has this system called ground-for-grades (also known as G4G). This is how it works. At each quarterly report card, if I get any grade belo am grounded from going outside, friends, and all electronics until I bring my grades up. At the end of the school year, on the final report card, I am not allowed to get any grade except As. I am grounded for 1 week for each B, a month for each C, and for the Entire Summer if I fail any classes which includes a D because a D is not a passing grade in her book.

In our house grounding means: No TV. No computer. No videogames. No going outside. No friends. No phone. No desserts. No reading for fun. No bedroom door (mom believes that privacy is a privilege).

I have been grounded for the last two years and I hate it. I don't know how I haven't gone insane yet. It didn't matter that five out of six grades were As. I was permanently punished for that F that I could not bring up.

My mom didn't really care about me though. We never did anything together. She never told me that she loved me. We never bonded. When she wasn't lecturing me about my "terrible grades" she was at work. When she was at work she left me with my grandparents to enforce my punishment.

Right now all I wanted to do was cry. I was supposed to go spend Christmas and New Years with my dad in Alaska but now my mom cancelled that trip.

I wanted to see my father so badly. I loved him and I missed him so much. Thanks to my mother's absurd punishments I was hardly ever able to talk to him.

He and my mom got a divorce five years ago. I was only 10 years old at the time. It was heartbreaking to watch my father leave. Even though he was my adoptive father I loved him as much as any girl could love her biological dad.

I was sent to my room after my mom finished yelling at me and gave me the not so surprising news that I was still grounded.

I went to my room and just laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

I overheard my mom call my dad to tell him that I would not be visiting him for the holidays. I heard her argue with my dad for awhile before she hung up on him. I was in tears.

Then an idea hit me like a ton of bricks. It was so brilliant. So genius. I wished that I would have thought of it earlier. I'll stay awake and as soon as my mom goes to sleep I'll sneak on the computer and book a flight to Alaska and I will run away. I will go live with my dad instead. I know that there is a bus that goes by late at night. If I make it out on time I can catch a ride to the airport.

I stuffed my backpack full of essentials like clothes and underwear. I also shoved my favorite stuffed animal that I had ever since I could remember. It was a reddish brown stuffed wolf that I was fondly attached to. It kept me calm for some reason. I even named him Jacob. Don't really know why but the name seemed to fit.

As soon as I was sure that my mom was asleep I snuck on the computer and purchased my plane ticket with my mom's credit card. I didn't care how much trouble I would get in for using her credit card. My punishments were equivalent to prison. No prisoners had it better then me. At least they got an hour of sunlight and there was no rule against socializing with other inmates. They also had access to libraries as well. Yeah they had more rights then I did.

I turned on the printer. My heart thudded loudly when it roared to life. I quickly hit the print button and turned everything off when it was done.

I quietly grabbed my bag and my house keys when I was done. I snuck out really quietly. It wasn't until I was on the bus that the sense of freedom finally hit me.

Part of me wondered why no one was wondering what a 15-year-old girl was doing out in the middle of the night. Not once did anyone bother to ask.

I arrived at the airport less then 30 minutes later. I was so glad that no one asked me for an ID when I checked in. Technically you have to be 18 to travel without an adult's permission.

I had some money saved up. It was money that my dad had sent me over the years. It wasn't much but it was enough to buy some food and a long overdue dessert.

When it was time to get on the plane I boarded and I couldn't be happier when the plane took off.

A few hours later the plane touched down. It was still dark outside. Probably because I flew east to west.

I grabbed my bag and almost ran off of the plane. I got a taxi and gave him my dad's address. I was practically jumping for joy when I saw his house.

As I walked up the path to my dad's house all of his dogs started barking. My dad owned six huskies. Did I mention that he loves to dogsled race? Well he does and he loves to enter the big competitions.

I could hear my dad telling them to be quiet. My dad's tone of voice clearly portrayed that he was in a bad mood.

I knocked on the door and got no answer. I tried again and again until finally the door opened.

At first he looked angry until he realized that I was standing there. Then a look of complete and utter shock replaced it.

"Nessie?"

"Daddy" I said as I threw my arms around him and started crying. A second later he was hugging me and crying as well.

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