Chapter Twenty-Two
Despite Joshua and Nicolas's protests, Annabel hurried home, alone. She found that her foot didn't hurt as bad as it had before -her shoes had softened most of the blow- so she was able to run home, or at least walk really fast. Annabel couldn't stay here in Pasadena anymore; it was too confusing, too dangerous. Annabel opened the door to her house and shut it behind her, running up to her room.
When she was upstairs Annabel shut the door behind her and turned on the lights. She looked down at her hands and grimaced; her hands had been bleeding slightly and white spots had begun to form across her palms. She was able to pick things up and use her hands to Annabel didn't worry too much about her hands, aside from the fact that they hurt a little but they were mostly numb.
Annabel unwrapped the tattered strips from her hands and dropped them to the floor. She walked over to her closet and pulled a duffle bag from the top shelf and opened it. She begun to pack it with outfits, just throwing shirts and jeans into the bag as well as other items that she might need. After she stuffed the bag full of clothes, Annabel looked around her room trying to decide if there was anything else she might need. There wasn't anything except for the notebook where she wrote the information about Clear in. She paused and ripped a sheet of paper out of the notebook and grabbed a pen to write a note on. Instead of writing a note to her parents explaining where she was, she wrote a note to Joshua, deciding that he would be the only one that would care where she was.
After writing the note and placing it somewhere where she knew Joshua would look, if he came into her room when her parents discovered she was missing, Annabel slung her bag over her shoulder and snuck out the 'old-fashioned' way, through her window. As she threw her bag down before her, Annabel paused and reentered her room; she walked over to her desk and grabbed her wallet, which had about ten dollars in it. She knew that wouldn't be enough to get her to Long Island, but it was a start. She tucked the wallet in her pocket and jumped out of her window. Even though she lived on the second story, it wasn't a long way down and there was a bush to break her fall.
Annabel groaned as she untangled herself from the bush and retrieved her bag. She brushed herself off and headed toward the Pasadena Bus Depot.
Despite Joshua and Nicolas's protests, Annabel hurried home, alone. She found that her foot didn't hurt as bad as it had before -her shoes had softened most of the blow- so she was able to run home, or at least walk really fast. Annabel couldn't stay here in Pasadena anymore; it was too confusing, too dangerous. Annabel opened the door to her house and shut it behind her, running up to her room.
When she was upstairs Annabel shut the door behind her and turned on the lights. She looked down at her hands and grimaced; her hands had been bleeding slightly and white spots had begun to form across her palms. She was able to pick things up and use her hands to Annabel didn't worry too much about her hands, aside from the fact that they hurt a little but they were mostly numb.
Annabel unwrapped the tattered strips from her hands and dropped them to the floor. She walked over to her closet and pulled a duffle bag from the top shelf and opened it. She begun to pack it with outfits, just throwing shirts and jeans into the bag as well as other items that she might need. After she stuffed the bag full of clothes, Annabel looked around her room trying to decide if there was anything else she might need. There wasn't anything except for the notebook where she wrote the information about Clear in. She paused and ripped a sheet of paper out of the notebook and grabbed a pen to write a note on. Instead of writing a note to her parents explaining where she was, she wrote a note to Joshua, deciding that he would be the only one that would care where she was.
After writing the note and placing it somewhere where she knew Joshua would look, if he came into her room when her parents discovered she was missing, Annabel slung her bag over her shoulder and snuck out the 'old-fashioned' way, through her window. As she threw her bag down before her, Annabel paused and reentered her room; she walked over to her desk and grabbed her wallet, which had about ten dollars in it. She knew that wouldn't be enough to get her to Long Island, but it was a start. She tucked the wallet in her pocket and jumped out of her window. Even though she lived on the second story, it wasn't a long way down and there was a bush to break her fall.
Annabel groaned as she untangled herself from the bush and retrieved her bag. She brushed herself off and headed toward the Pasadena Bus Depot.
