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Pacifica lay awake in bed as she pondered her next move. This was the day after the incident with her parents. At school she was bullied mercilessly about the hand shaped mark on her cheek. After lunch she noticed a lot of the kids with red pieces of paper shaped like hands stuck to their faces with not-so-kind words on them. All day long, she got funny looks from her teachers, but nobody pressed the matter. She was alone. But... There was one person...
She quietly rolled out of bed and crept to her bottom dresser drawer. She pulled out her box with the picture of her and Dipper. It contained some of her happiest memories such as a photo of her at the park while her mother pushed her on the swings. Or the time her father took her out for ice cream. And the camp out that she had with her friends one summer.
But, with a sinking feeling, she realized that all of the photos were fake. The smiles were forced, and a tension too high for her to understand at a young age. Nobody in the pictures really loved her.
She ripped up all of the photos with tears forming in her eyes. Stepped to her closet and dug around to the way back. She kept her entire savings there, as they needed to be hidden from her father since he liked to steal it from her and take it to the bar.
Sighed bitterly as she retrieved the $40.56 from her pink piggy bank with the words Pacifica painted on the side. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with the words 'GRAVITY GIRL' on it. She pulled down a backpack with a fait smell of campfire from all of the times when she went to luxury campgrounds with her friends.
She silently packed her bag with things she thought were necessary for the road. Like an extra pair of clothes, a flashlight, a small bat, and other weird items. But finally she walked to her bed where her photo was lying. She picked it up and quickly put it in her pocket. As she turned to her bedroom door noticed her bottom drawer was still open.
She was so elated that she was getting away from this horrible place that she slammed the door shut. As soon as she realized what she had done, Pacifica's face twisted in horror as she heard through the thin walls, her father bounding out of bed. Her room was right down the hall and she would have to pass him to leave out the front door. The only choice was the window, and she was on the second floor.
Her father was less than 30 seconds away. Pacifica had to go fast. She leapt towards the window and threw it open leaned out. As she slid out she heard her father kick the door off of its hinges and yell.
She sat pressed against the roof as she tried to calm her breathing. She inched farther away from the window. And she spotted a tree.
"God Pacifica. You sure are stupid." She muttered to herself. She sat up in a crouched position and adjusted her backpack. Here we go...
And she leaped from her perch on the roof and flew across the air. She was doing it! She was escaping! She was FALLING! She suddenly went downward. Her mouth opened to shriek but no sound came out. It was the end.
Or was it?
Pacifica never loved the bushes that surrounded her house at any other time, but now that they cradled her in their green arms, she was relieved that they were there. She quickly pulled herself out of the branches only to be entangled in someone's else's arms.
"What on earth are you doing?" Said her father scowling. "Pacifica Elise Northwest you are in serious trouble!"Pacifica looked into her fathers cold eyes.
No! She thought angrily I'm This 'close to being free.'Pacifica stood still for a few moments. Not knowing what else to do, she bit him. Hard. Her father yelled an recoiled back and Pacifica took her chance to flee. She vaulted over the small white picket fence and started running. She ran as fast as she could. She never looked back.
She threw herself forward with every step, blonde hair streaking behind her. The wind was high. A storm was coming towards Oregon. It threatened to push her down. But she was relentless.
She would be free. As soon as she reached the end of the small town the first raindrops started to fall. "Wow." Pacifica muttered to herself. "Everything I brought but no After about 15 minutes, she saw the headlights of the big bus that would take her to Piedmont. She was almost free. It squeaked to a stop, and opened it doors. Pacifica quickly stepped up the stairs to the bus and paid her fare.
She looked down the long aisle. There was a emo girl, and tall athletic looking guy, an old lady snoring softly, and a girl about her age with a little poppy in her hair.
"Ahem." Said a voice from behind her. The old bus driver stared at her. "Well ain't ya gon' a seat?" His old voice croaked.
So. Where shall she sit? I wanna see what you guys think. I'd love to hear. This story is so much fun to write. Btw sorry about the short chapter. I really am trying to make it longer but it's harder than it looks. Especially with my evil brain (it always holds the good ideas until after the job is finished). Also please tell me if you spot any errors. I am absolutely horrible about finding mistakes in my work. If I was any good at it I'd probably have an A in math class. Hahahaha. Well bye, and happy holidays! 3
