Ch.2
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I jammed all of my stuff into an old battered duffel bag that night. Basically, old t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. I wasn't one to dress up real nice either. I had some pretty nice clothes but I chose not to wear them. But there was one thing, that I did have and I wasn't leaving it here, that was really pretty. Like I said, I really wasn't into things like this, but I loved this one dress to death. It was my only one, as a matter of fact, bright red, and silky. It ended just below my knee in a ruffle and was sleeveless. It was plain, but looked kinda nice on me. I made sure the door to my room was locked and I tried it on, just to make sure it fit. I looked myself over in the mirror. My raven colored hair was pretty long and horribly thick. I couldn't do anything with it. My eyes were a bright green and were honestly too big for my face. They made me look scared. But hell, maybe I was. I was going to live with some strange dude and a new state and everything. I was scared but I would never admit it to anyone. I pulled the dress off and placed it under all of my other stuff. Who knows, maybe I would get a chance to use it there.
I heard a sharp knock on my door and my dad yelled that we had to leave in an hour. I didn't respond, just went on cramming the rest of my things into that bag. I grabbed a picture of me and my parents from when I was nine. We were sitting on the stoop and I was all smiles. I don't know what happened to me. I didn't want to take the picture and turned it face down on my dresser. I picked up my bag slowly, took a last glance around my room, at the light tan walls, the crack in the ceiling that looked like a fish, sighed, and left, closing a locked door behind me.
At the airport, we waited for about 45 minutes for my flight. It was 45 minutes of awkward silence and staring at the business of the port. I heard my gate number and a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement. Probably fear. I was scared and my parents knew it. I trudged to my flight with my parents on my heels and once I reached the gate, turned to face them. My father had his hands jammed in his pockets and was blankly staring at me with his cold gray eyes. No emotion or anything. I made up that second in my mind: I hate him. My mother looked like she was about to cry. "Well, I guess this is good bye," she said, her voice cracking. I want to turn back, say I was sorry, try again but people say that there are times that things go to far to go back; this was one of them. I blinked away my tears and hugged her as hard as I could. "I love you," she whispered. I backed up, and without so much as a backward glance, I spun on my heel and raced for my gate.
I sunk down exhausted into the uncomfortable plastic window seat assigned to me and stared out the window. I was numb. No better way to be though. I couldn't help but be a little exhilarated by the take off and the view. When you're like me, excitement of any kind was welcome. I felt my self smile and was almost startled. I had forgotten how it felt to be happy. Weird. I was still scared but felt a raging defiance coming on too as I drifted off to sleep. I was ready to fend for myself now and could take anything that would be thrown my way. Or so I thought.
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