I'll Warn you(because I'm a good pErson); this story probably neeDs aNother look over and Edit. Ssooo-I've Done it three times all-reAdY, changing almost every line every time-but you know how it is. :(
Sabrina packed her small light-blue duffle bag with only the basic necessities: pink polka-dotted toothbrush, pink cotton-candy flavored tooth-paste, three pairs of denim skinny-jeans, three plain different color tee-shirts, hairbrush, deep-navy colored hoodie and four-hundred dollars in cash.
As soon as she saw her parents pull out of the apartment complex's parking-lot with her step-sister and half-brother sitting silently in the backseats of the black Toyota minivan—-she etched away from the small kitchen window and grabbed the old copper painted Cadillac car keys off the smooth white marble countertop.
This is it—I'm going to do it, Sabrina thought as she ran down the short tight-spaced hallway of the Grimm family's apartment and vigorously jerked open the second door on the left. Sabrina's room was practically bare—with the exception of the mess of clothes that had been thrown carelessly around the night before. She had a small dark-blue desk in the farthest right corner of her room that touched the freshly painted teal wall; beside that she had a small gray trash-can that had been overfilled with crumbled up random scribbles on lined-paper.
Directly in the opposite direction of her plain non-personality desk consisted of Sabrina's neatly made up twin-sized bed and closet. Her bed, a thing that didn't have much more personality than her desk, had two blankets but only one that was visible; A quilt that had a radiant mixture of blues and greens that the entire Grimm household liked—except for Basil for some unknown reason.
Precisely to the right and in front of Sabrina's bed was her nearly empty closet that she kept various small things hidden: old fairy-tale books that her parents had tried to convestscate multiple times throughout the years, a sparkly purplish-light-bluish curvy magic wand that she'd hidden for her sister; and her light-blue duffle bag that she had hidden under an empty box the day before—when her parents told her that they were going on a business trip for the weekend. Sabrina grabbed the duffle-bag from the closet and slunk it clumsily around her shoulder. Clutching the Cadillac car keys tighter than ever she sighed and walked out of her room. She knew it was now or never and she couldn't wait or—-.
She ran back towards the tiny apartment kitchen and flicked the black lightswitch off. You can do this—you have to! Sabrina thought as she unlocked the front door and walked into the cold city morning air.
The apartment complex's parking lot was practically empty compared to most days—so Sabrina was easily able to spot the old outdated Cadillac that her parents got for a reasonable price right after the family moved back to New York. Although, now, it was just a spare car that Sabrina was allowed to drive to her part-time job at a nearby gas-station.
Sabrina walked through the scarce parking lot and to the beige Cadillac that lay sitting perfectly in between two other parking spaces. Sabrina unlocked the car and opened the back door to throw her light-weight duffle bag in the dark-gray interior back seats. She sighed as she climbed into the front seat and buckled herself in.
I should go back—-No! No—-no. She worriedly thought as she drove out of the apartment building's parking lot. This is it—I am going to run. Sabrina could feel her eyes watering as she speedily drove past the long rows of buildings.
She was tired of living life like nothing supernatural ever happened—tired of her parents constantly 'privately' talking about dusting the Grimm children so they can have a normal life. Sabrina took a deep breath from the dusty car air. Her parents only wanted to dust them so they could have a normal life—she knew they wouldn't dare dust themselves. Sabrina cautiously took one hand off the steering wheel, something she'd been warned against doing, and rubbed away any tears that were forming in her deep-blue watering eyes.
Where am I going to go? What will my family think when they find out I'm gone? Would it be considered kidnapping if I took Daphne too? I wish I could take Daphne. These questions and thoughts flooded her head as she drove plainly down the long never emptying city roads. Sabrina felt another sprudge of tears come down her face and fall onto her striped purple and black tee-shirt. Despite Daphne only being her step-sister, she loved her more than anything else in the world; Daphne was the only person that ever stayed—never left her side—now Sabrina was driving away and leaving her sister far behind.
Hours seemed to roll by and Sabrina had soon crossed the border to Pennsylvania. Goodbye New York—Welcome to Pennsylvania—I guess. Sabrina looked steadily up at the sky—It was changing to a luminous pink, purple and orange and Sabrina knew any minute she'd be receiving a check-up call from her parents. Although, she wasn't sure she could answer it. Yes? Hello? Hey, Mom. Hey, Henry. Yeah–Yeah, of course I'm still at home—just, uh, reading a book. Sabrina sighed.
Another 60 mile speed limit sign flashed quickly before Sabrina as she drove down the highway. She looked down at her mileage speed that lay in bright blue just beside the steering wheel. 55— still in the clear. Then something else caught Sabrina's eye—-she only had a quarter tank of fuel left in her tank.
Sabrina switched lanes and took the nearest exit off the highway. She soon found herself in Kettlesburg, a small town right on the outskirts of the state of New York. It had a lot of small shops that looked rundown and had no customers in years, however, a few of the stores looked decently crowded and Sabrina suspected probably made a decent amount of money.
She stared in awe through the windshield at all the commotion one small town could make—a lot like ferryport landing in way—except—-gas! I need gas! Sabrina thought, now reverting her attention back to finding a gas station.
Through many wrong turns Sabrina eventually found a gas-station only a few minutes away from the town. She pulled into the gas-station spot and sauntered only a step out of her car when she noticed that there was only one other car in the entire parking-lot.
The car was a jet-black Range Rover with a black rear spoiler attached to the back of it. The windows were tinted deep-black and Sabrina wondered how any driver could drive with a tint that dark.
Sabrina shook off the thoughts and grabbed the gas-station pump and carefully attached it to the back of the Catillac. She watched the machine quickly roll up the price numbers for the gas and her heart quaked. $65.94—I'm going to run out of money quickly. Sabrina opened the back door of the Catillac and zipped open her duffle bag and was about to pull out her wallet when—
"Scuse' me miss—" Sabrina dropped her duffle bag and turned around. The man who spoke had short dark brown hair and a long thin nose. He was strangely pale and tall and he wore a black leather jacket that was lined with a thin wispy dark-gray fabric. His shirt was deep ocean blue and he wore dark loose denim boot-cut levis with a black belt that had a silver-painted buckle in the middle holding them up. "I was just gonna' pay for that." The man pointed to the gas station machine and then smiled awkwardly as he pulled a debit card out of his back pocket.
Sabrina raised one of her eyebrows and then stepped aside as the man went in front of her and paid the gas amount. She pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and then backed away when the man turned around again.
"My name's Josh' Connaway—-" He paused and then eyed Sabrina, "and you?" Sabrina blinked twice and then shook her head.
"Uh, La—Loorie? Lorie? Lorie!" Sabrina lied and gave an awkward half-smile. She was eager to get back into her car. The man shuffled his right foot around and put his card back in his pocket.
"Well—Lorie! have a—-" He paused and looked in the direction of the Range Rover, "have a nice day." Then he smiled again at Sabrina and shuffled slowly towards the car.
Sabrina shook her head again and pulled the gas-station pump out of the Cadillac and put it steadily back onto the machine. Then she hopped back into the driver seat of the Cadillac. That—that was weird, Sabrina thought as she pulled out of the gas-station parking lot leaving both the Range Rover and the strange man behind.
Soon it grew to be almost completely pitch-black(the only lights being the ones from the stars and headlights from the passing cars on the highway) and Sabrina felt two things; hungry pains and tiredness and she wasn't sure which one she should compile with.
Sabrina was also surprised that she hadn't gotten a call, or even a text, from her parents yet. What if they never made it to the hotel? Sabrina panic heightened with 'What ifs?' And she couldn't stand it anymore.
Sabrina pulled over on the side of the road and took the keys out of the car. She picked up her phone that she had put on the passenger seat and dialed her sister—who would be sure to answer.
"Helloooo?" Sabrina heard her eleven-year old sister from the other side of the line. Sabrina sighed in relief as she heard a giggle of a younger child far behind Daphne. 'Are you talking to Sawrina?' It was Basil speaking. 'Can I talk to her?'
"Sabrina, Basil wants to talk to you." Came Daphne's muffled voice as she shifted the phone around to Basil.
"Hey, bestie!" Sabrina said, trying to talk louder to cover up the noises from the highway. She was glad she was talking to Basil—he was too young and naive to realize she wasn't at home reading a book and that the sounds in the background were coming from cars going 60 miles an hour down the highway.
"Hi!" Basil said, louder back. Sabrina faintly smiled.
"What'd you guys eat for dinner?" Sabrina regretted asking the question—her stomach grumbled loudly.
"Pizza."
"Oh—that sounds good." Sabrina's stomach grumbled again.
"Here you go, Daphne." Basil said a little inaudibly as he handed the phone back to Daphne. There was a short pause and then a sound like something shut and then Daphne spoke again—
"So—that cute boy that works with you—"
Sabrina smiled but then glanced up from her phone and stared up at the highway—-she was at least eight hours away from home; sitting in a Catillac on the side of a highway in Pennsylvania and was running away from home and her family had no idea. And worst of all—worst of all—she had this terrible feeling of deep regret. Sabrina wanted to cry.
