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Disclaimer: I do NOT own 'Regular Show', only my OC and a couple other events in the story.

Also, this is my first story EVER, so pleeeeease be nice when you comment. Thanks!

Now, on with the story!

Chapter 1: Escape

Great. Just great.

I was walking down the gravel road towards the local greenbelt, planning on what I should do next.

'I need to get away from here, away from it all.'

I gingerly touched my bruised ribs where my dad kicked me as I had a flashback of how I gotten to be in this situation.

(Flashback Time: half an hour ago)

I walked into the house after a long day of school, being bullied and running for my life is more of the correct term, and started on my homework. After a couple hours of geometry, biology, and English, I went into the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face to help me stay awake. I dried my face off, looked in the mirror, and stared at my reflection.

In the reflection, a 5"3 tall, fifteen-year-old girl with chestnut brown hair that was in a ponytail, and sea-green eyes with hazel flecks, stared back.

"Amber, you deserve a treat after a long day of hard work," I said to myself as I walked into the kitchen to get a chocolate-chip cookie, which is my favorite kind of cookie. As I was munching on my cookie, I heard my dad slam the front door shut. "Here we go," I muttered, "3, 2, 1.."

And on cue, my dad came marching into the kitchen with him usual scowl on his face. "Here we go again," I sighed, closing my eyes and bracing myself for what was coming.

"What was that?!" my dad yelled at me.

My dad has been yelling at me and hitting me for a couple years now. He always wants to pick fights and he tends to take out on me, and gets angrier when I stay calm.

"Nothing..." I muttered as I started doing the dishes.

SMACK!

The next thing I know, I was on the floor, laying on my side in a fetal position with a bruise growing on my cheek. My dad started to kick me in the ribs, one kick after another.

"You. Are. A. Lazy. Ungrateful. Little. Whore!" he screamed at me, kicking me between each word. After my dad said that, I couldn't hold back any longer and I did something he never knew that I would do.

I snapped.

I had enough of all this pain and suffering he causes me.

So I decided to fight back.

I kicked my dad in his 'sensitive area', scrambled up off the floor while he doubled over, ran into my room, and locked the door. Leaning against the door, I finally realized what I had just done. I knew I couldn't stay here; my dad would be in full-rage mode when he recovers from my 'kick'.

I have to leave.

I quickly changed into a pair of dark skinny jeans, a mint-green tank-top, white hoodie, and my black sneakers, grabbed my purple and black backpack, and started to pack. I shoved in a blanket, a granola bar, my IPod, and my worn-out stuffed teddy bear into my bag, opened the window, jumped out, and ran down the street away from that hell-hole and to my freedom.

(Present Time)

So here I am, beaten, exhausted, and homeless. I'm now walking to the only place that I knew that I was always welcomed, and that place was my spot along the greenbelt.

It's along a narrow path that is surrounded by trees, bushes, tall grass, and rocks. Along the path, there is a sheer drop on the left side of the path with the river at the bottom of the drop. There's a spot that is hidden from the path where at the bottom of the drop there is a small spot of rocks and dirt. In that area, there a few large rocks that is partially in the water, pointing towards the miniature rapids that are in the middle of the river.

I sat on one of the rocks, looking at the setting sun along the horizon, and sighed, curling my legs up to my chest. "What did I do to deserve all this?" I asked aloud as I picked up a rock and tossed it into the river, trying to clear my mind from the current situation I was in.

Looking down at the pebbles on the ground, I saw a rock that was dark purple and black that was in the shape of a perfect sphere, but that wasn't what caught my attention the most. In the center of the rock was a swirl, which gave the illusion that it looked like a piece of candy, like the one of the gumballs from Benson off of one of my favorite T.V. shows, Regular Show.

I chuckled at the thought that the stone in my hand looked like a gumball that was from a world that doesn't even exist. I looked down at the mysterious rock and sighed, closing my eyes as I wrapped my hand around the stone.

"I wish I could get away from it all. A new start, a new life." Just then the strangest thing started to happen.

The rock in my hand started to glow.

I felt a warm tingle in my hand, and then it spread throughout my body. I felt a floating sensation and my vision started to blur.

And that's when I blacked out.

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