Adrienne was sitting with a notebook opened on her lap, and she wrote,

"As part of my punishment, I am supposed to keep a journal. I have no one to talk to here. I used to tell Rachel and Case everything, but now Case's letters are coming farther and farther apart. It's like there is a whole world going outside, and I'm missing everything. Yesterday was Bryce's birthday; I sent him a card I made. It came back today return to sender. Eden wrote me a letter a few weeks ago to let me know that my name is no longer allowed to be mentioned in the house. No one wants me."

She knew no one wanted her. Hey family didn't want her, and she was just causing problems here. She decided that she would like to go to France again. Her dad had taken her there two summers ago, and it was a beautiful place; it would make a good home.

The other students were put of class now, and some of them started a soccer game. No one wanted to go inside, it was just too nice out. The sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Adrienne ran back to the dorm quickly before anyone else could arrive, she had things to do. She took out her backpack and began to pack; it couldn't be so full someone might suspect something. She first put in the necessary items toothbrush, hairbrush, pants, some socks. The backpack was already starting to fill out. She decided the best option was to wear as many shirts as possibly. She first put on a tank top, this was followed by a long sleeved shirt, two T-shirts went on top of that, and it was topped off with a sweatshirt. She stuffed her sleeping pills, passport, and wallet into her pocket. Adrienne was ready. She looked around the dorm for what she hoped to be the last time.

At four o'clock Peter was waiting for her. He had some business to take care at the bank, and there wasn't enough staff for someone else to drive Adrienne to the hospital.

Adrienne stared at her math book; it might as well been written in Latin. Adrienne didn't care much for school, especially geometry. She neatly printed "I don't care," next to the first problem. She proceeded to fill in the worksheet with such answers. She slammed the book shut.

"Done so soon?" Peter questioned from behind the wheel.

"This is my third time taking this class; I think that I've caught on to it by now," she answered.

Adrienne leaned back in her seat and slept the rest of the way to the hospital. She woke up as Peter was pulling into the parking garage.

"I have to go to the bank, but I'll walk you inside," he told her.

As they made their way to the building Adrienne remembered something. "How am supposed to be on kitchens with my arm," she asked holding up her cast.

"I didn't think about that, I'll come up with some else for you to do; don't worry," Peter told her.

A nurse took Adrienne's weight and blood pressure, before showing her into a private room. Peter left Adrienne in the care of the fine hospital staff, everything was going better than she planned. She knew she had to wait until the doctor came into see her before she split.

She hadn't been waiting long when the doctor came into look at her arm. He pulled the portable x-ray over and took the x-rays to be developed and looked at. She knew it was now or never. Adrienne picked up her backpack and walked out of the room. She bumped right into the nurse who had taken her blood pressure.

"Where is the restroom?" she asked the nurse.

The nurse pointed her in the right direction and Adrienne walked that way until the nurse was out of sight. She headed towards the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. Once outside Adrienne looked around for someone who looked like a local. She stopped a man carrying a brief case.

"Excuse me, sir, where is the bus station?" Adrienne asked.

The man smiled and gave her directions. Adrienne thanked him and took of running towards the bus station. She checked the bus schedule there was one leaving for Toronto in ten minutes.

"I need a ticket to Toronto," Adrienne told the clerk.

"That will $43.50," the clerk responded.

Adrienne pulled out her wallet and produced the money. She took off towards the bus, she showed her ticket and found a seat in the middle of the bus. The bus took off a few moments later; it was nearly empty. She took two of her sleeping pills and fell asleep. It was going to be a long ride.

In the mean time, Peter had made his way back to the hospital. He entered Adrienne's room to find her not there. He wasn't concerned; she was probably getting x-rays taken. He went to find a nurse to ask her about Adrienne.

The nurse told him, "We have been trying to find her, she said she was going to the restroom, but she never came back."

Peter rubbed his face; he knew he was in for a long night.

~~~~~~ Later that Night ~~~~~~

Once in Toronto, Adrienne took a shuttle to the airport. She walked up to the ticket counter and asked about any flights to Europe. There was one going to Paris in two hours. Adrienne was lucky was again. She purchased the ticket with her credit card, a gift from her father.

She made it through security with no problems. After all, she only had a half-empty backpack of clothes with her. She bought a drink and waited with the other passengers. In less than seven hours, Adrienne would be free at last. No one would ever be able to tell her what to do again. She decided to get a large cash advance in case her credit card was halted. She did so in one of the airport stores. When she returned her row was boarding, and she got on the plane.

It had been years since her mother's death, but at last, Adrienne was free. There was no one to tell her to love, or try to explain that it was wrong to love. Not that she would ever truly love again.

Adrienne had been wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice the snow that was coming down heavily.

"Attention passengers, all flights have been canceled. Please exit the plane in an orderly fashion and check with the ticket counter for further details," a flight attendant's voice rang through the plane.

"This isn't happening," Adrienne told herself. She stood up and took her backpack out from the overhead compartment.

Adrienne decided to wait the storm out at the airport, not that there was anywhere else she could go. Morning came a few hours later, and the snow hadn't stop falling. She was stuck; the weather reports only showed more snow.

Her arm had started to feel strange and the feeling soon turned to a sharp pain. Adrienne knew what she had to do; she needed to ask for help. She hated asking for help.

*This chapter is weird, but I needed some action.