Here is the Joey/Rachel High School fanfic I promised! The next chapter is
longer I promise, I just wanted to get the introduction out in this chapter
and I apologize for all the problems I have had format wise, but please
stick with me and read and review, thanks to everyone who already has!
Chapter 1
She had to get out. She knew that she had to leave that very second; for fear that she might lose her mind with all the yelling that was going on downstairs. Every time she brought it up with her mom and asked her about the possibility of divorce, her mother always replied with a firm "no," just saying that they were going through a "rough patch." But Rachel was tired of this rough patch, and needed a nice long vacation from it all. And that's when she came up with her plan.
She pulled the suitcase out from under her bed that she had packed sometime earlier that week on yet another night when such an argument had been ensuing. She grabbed her wallet off of her desk along with her passport. She carefully eased her bedroom window open, straddling the windowsill as she lowered her suitcase onto the flat piece of roof outside. She quickly pulled her other leg over, and slid the window soundlessly shut.
As she crept across the roof, hugging her suitcase to her chest, she felt around in her jeans pocket for her car keys. After confirming they were in fact there, she began the climb down the ladder that she had carefully placed by the garage in case of such an emergency. When she reached the bottom, she darted across the driveway, jumping into the old jeep her father had given her to drive around town during her senior year of high school. Rachel started up the car and sped down the driveway quickly, scared that someone would see her.
While she pulled out of her driveway, she took one last look at her house, feeling a slight sense of regret. However, this feeling was quickly pushed aside as she saw her parents fighting in the living room. After a quick shake of her head, she began the trip down the main road, unaware of what her plan would bring her.
Chapter 1
She had to get out. She knew that she had to leave that very second; for fear that she might lose her mind with all the yelling that was going on downstairs. Every time she brought it up with her mom and asked her about the possibility of divorce, her mother always replied with a firm "no," just saying that they were going through a "rough patch." But Rachel was tired of this rough patch, and needed a nice long vacation from it all. And that's when she came up with her plan.
She pulled the suitcase out from under her bed that she had packed sometime earlier that week on yet another night when such an argument had been ensuing. She grabbed her wallet off of her desk along with her passport. She carefully eased her bedroom window open, straddling the windowsill as she lowered her suitcase onto the flat piece of roof outside. She quickly pulled her other leg over, and slid the window soundlessly shut.
As she crept across the roof, hugging her suitcase to her chest, she felt around in her jeans pocket for her car keys. After confirming they were in fact there, she began the climb down the ladder that she had carefully placed by the garage in case of such an emergency. When she reached the bottom, she darted across the driveway, jumping into the old jeep her father had given her to drive around town during her senior year of high school. Rachel started up the car and sped down the driveway quickly, scared that someone would see her.
While she pulled out of her driveway, she took one last look at her house, feeling a slight sense of regret. However, this feeling was quickly pushed aside as she saw her parents fighting in the living room. After a quick shake of her head, she began the trip down the main road, unaware of what her plan would bring her.