First chapter of Whisk Me Away. I don't own SWAC.

Chad.

June 21, 2010.

"Chaddy!" I cringed at the sound of my sister, Lizzie's, shrill scream. You know how they say little kids - especially six year olds - are adorable?

They lie. (side note: who is they, anyway?)

"What is it, Liz?" I called back, trying not to sound angry and annoyed - trust me, it was hard. Lizzie was a brat. That's all there was to it. But my parents, ugh, they were obssessed with her. So of course, who got ignored? Me. My parents liked to make up excuses like, "Your seventeen, you don't need us anymore." Well, sure, that part was true. It was nice not to be ignored sometimes, though. But then again, when would I have gotten free times to spend with them anyway? I was to busy doing chores and cleaning up after Lizzie.

Sometimes they treated me more like a butler, other than a son.

"What did you do with my coloring book?" Lizzie yelled. I rolled my eyes. That happened often, too. Lizzie blamed me for taking stuff that she lost herself. One time, she mixed it up a bit, though. She found whatever it was she was missing and then put it in my room when I wasn't home, so my parents would think I took it anyway.

Stupid Lizzie.

"I didn't take your coloring book!" I yelled back to her. At this I heard her little foot stomp. See? Brat.

"Yes you did! Stop lieing!" Lizzie's voice was closer now, she was clearly walking towards my room. I heard a set of footsteps accompanied with hers.

"Son, if you took her coloring book, just give it back." My dad sighed, seemingly irritated. You'd think he'd be irritated over Lizzie, constantly doing stuff like this, but no, he was irritated by me. He never caught Lizzie hiding stuff in my room after she said that I took it. It's sad, really, how a six year old can trick an adult like that.

"But I didn't take it!" I argued, turning around in my chair to face them. Lizzie's eyes were fixed on something below my desk.

"Oh yeah, then what's this?" she asked, walking to my desk and pulling out - gasp, guess what? Her coloring book.

"I didn't-" my dad silenced me, putting his hand up. "But dad, she-"

"No buts. Why do you always do stuff like this to your sister?"

"But I don't do it!"

"What did I just say?" my dad sighed as Lizzie left, turning around to give me an evil grin. I motioned to her, but by the time my dad looked, she was gone.

Stupid, stupid Lizzie.

"As your punishment," I was about to argue, but figured it wouldn't make a difference. "You're going to do the dishes, and clean your sisters room." That didn't really effect me. I probably would of had to do that stuff anyway.

I got up and began walking out of my room.

"Where are you going?" my dad asked.

"Skylar's." I answered simply. My dad didn't say anything to that; he was probably relieved that I was leaving.

"Chad!" Skylar greeted me, opening his door. He moved to the side, allowing me in. Noticing the look on my face, he frowned. "Lizzie problems?"

"What else?"

Skylar closed the door behind him and went into his living room, me following him.

"Don't you like..hate living there?" he asked.

"Definitly." I nodded. "And sometimes...I just want to get away from it all."

"Get away from it all? What are you going to do?" Skylar leaned forward, obviously interested.

"I'm going to run away."

Skylar blinked. "What?"

"Yeah. I can't take living there anymore. And besides, I'm almost 18, I'd be able to move out anyway. I'm just getting things going faster." I smiled. Skylar laughed.

"Are you ever going to come back?" he was clearly worried about our friendship.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "I have a cell phone, do I not?"

"No..you don't." Skylar frowned.

"Well then I'll have to remember your number and get one!"

"Are you sure you want to do that? Not get a cell phone, but run away. I mean...I've heard about runaways before. They never end good."

"I'll be fine." I assured him.

"What about Marissa?" he smirked at me.

"You know I hate her." Marissa was my girlfriend. She was almost as bad as Lizzie.

"If you hate her so much, why don't you break up with her?" Skylar asked. I sighed. We had been through that before.

"And let her ruin my reputation, making up some rumor about me..." I pretended to think about it. "No. No thank you."

"Alright, then what's your plan?"

"I'm going to sneak out. You know, I could leave in the middle of the day, if I wanted to. My parents would be to busy playing with Lizzie, they wouldn't notice me leave." I scoffed.

For once, Skylar didn't have any questions left. He was silent, until he shook my hand. "I wish you luck then, man."

"Thanks, Sky. And if anyone asks you where I am..."

"Tell them I don't know?" he thought for a moment. "Actually, that would technically be the truth."

I laughed. "Alright, then," I stood up, "I'm gonna go. I've got planning to do."

"When are you going to leave?"

"Tomorrow. I'm sneaking on a train that runs through town at 11:30."

Woohoo. To sum up Chad's life:

He gets ignored by his parents, unless they're punishing him for something he didn't do, or assigning him more chores. His little sister, Lizzie, is a brat, framing him for stuff so he gets in trouble. He's best friends with Skylar, who is actually one of the character's in SWAC. He has a girlfriend, too, Marissa, who if he broke up with would make up some rumor about him so everybody would hate him. And now, he wants to run away.

-Abbie