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A/N: Sorry for taking a while before updating.


Lerissa


For about a second there I was paralyzed with fear. My heart pounding in my chest, the whole time I was thinking that she'd found me and was gonna take me back…then I remembered. The young version of my mother walked gracefully towards me, smiling her big phony smile.
As I watched her getting closer, my eyes suddenly fell Dally who watched the two girls with an expression of great displeasure on his face, but at least his blue eyes were calm.
I put on the phonies smile I could master and flipped my dark hair over my shoulder, before saying a oversweet hello.
"Oh hi Lerissa, how are things going for you?" Maria asked, then her phony smile widened, "I was just about to leave, but I saw you. I was wondering hun, would you like to have dinner with a whole bunch of us, lets say, tonight?"
Dallas snored and turned smirking at me, and my first instinct was to laugh in her face…but something held me back.
"Sure, that'd be great," I said and waved good-bye, then turned to Dally whose jaw was dropped.
"What the Fu—"
"Listen I thought it'd be the perfect way to chill out and relax tonight…you know embarrass a few Socs here insult a few there," I said grinning at him and glowed in pride as he returned it back.
Deep down though I knew it was more than that…as much as I hated to admit, I was looking forward to spending time with Maria. I wanted to find out how she was before she turned into a mega witch…or if she was already one…but I didn't tell Dally that of course, instead I pushed all my thoughts aside and went to his side and started kissing him like he'd never been kissed before.

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That night I came out of my shower with my white fluffy towel wrapped around me. While I was searching through my clothes I found a picture frame, and inside of it was a picture of me and my best friend of all times. It was probably one of the only pictures I'd taken that I had a good memory from.
Once when I'd been only 13, I'd gone shopping with my mom yet again and finally I'd been fed up with it so…I kinda ran off on her, and I think I want pretty far, cause all the people I had bumped into were now from the rough part of the neighborhood. I ran and ran until I knocked into someone…a boy from my school. Even than I knew it wasn't too often I'd meet people I'd know where I was…but there he was…and so I asked him why and he said he had ranaway from home to where his older brother was.
I was so amazed and filled with envy at that second, but eventhough he and I had never been friends he had invited me over…that was my first time entering a practically rundown and very old and rotten house and at first I remembered being horrified…but then I met the people that lived there, Shannon, Maya, Ty, and the boy's older brother Sam. Living there was a dream come true…no rules only a bunch of teens living together…and Sam had been so kind and gentle. Not at all like someone whom you'd probably call a hood, he was too smart, too caring, just too good.
Before I had even known it myself I had fallen madly and deeply in love with him, and we did everything together…until almost 2 months later and my family's friends were beginning to notice my absence, and so they had to find me and take me back home and sent me away to a boarding school when summer was over. But I had learned the goodness of freedom so I stole some money from my trust fund and flew back home and went back to my only true friends…yet I knew I had to get some kind of education to go anywhere in life…so I went home occasionally and tried to make it to school at most times…then of course I switched my schools over.
The only thing keeping me strong all these times had been Sam…my first love…we had been so in sync…totally made for each other, but since my life is cursed my parents found out about us, and they just had to step in. Since the two of us were engaged my dad offered Sam an incredible job…however within 2 months he had Sam sent to Switzerland without letting him say so much as a goodbye to me, and kept his location a secret from me.
What hurt the most was that Sam never called only send letters and postcards telling me to move on with my life and that he couldn't tell me why but there was no longer a future for us. There I was that night all confused one again with no hope so I ran again, but this time with the car promising myself that I've left my past behind.
So now I couldn't understand why I agreed to my mom's invitation…It was all a mistake…because I was going to find out my parents were exactly the same as teenagers and get hurt once again…when was it going to stop???