A/N: Hello people! I found an old writing journal from like, a year ago under my bed. So, I decided to flip through it and I found this little gem. I decided to make it a little side-project type of thing, so it won't be updated that often. I edited it a little and now it looks like this!

Run, Hide, Chase, Find

Chapter One - An Everyday Schedule

I wake up to the feeling of ice cold water. I sit up in my bed with a yelp and come face to face with my step-sister, Amy.

"What's your problem?" I say irritated.

She rolled her eyes. "You woke up late again. I want breakfast."

"Why couldn't you make it by yourself?" I ask, trying to wipe away some of the water with my blanket. Great, now my bedsheets were wet.

"Your kidding right?" Amy said her eyes widening. She threw down the water bucket angrily. "Are you being lazy again? Should I tell dad about this?"

"Fine, just let me get ready." I say. She smiles and leaves the room.

This is how life's been every day since I was 7. I was basically the maid, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, etc. I learned to do stuff on my own once I realized my dad was never going to forgive me for what I had done. Or rather, what he thought I had caused.

I shuddered at the thought as a step into the shower. What had I done anyways? It wasn't my fault, I was only six. A six-year-old couldn't have single-handedly caused an accident…

I could still see the newspaper headlines in my mind: FOUR CAR PILE-UP ON INTERSECTION; 2 DEAD, OTHER 5 IN CRITICAL CONDITION. CHILD COMES OUT UNSCATHED.

I'm pulled out of my trance when the shower cuts off. Timed shower heads; gotta love em. My dad installed them to save well-needed money. I step out of the shower and onto the bathroom rug. I search for the clothes that I had thought I'd brought when I first came in here. I noticed the bathroom door was cracked open a little.

Oh that little pest. I thought grabbing the towel and wrapping it around me.

I peek out of the door to see if my stepmother and/or father was coming down the hallway. No sign of them. I stepped out of the bathroom and searched down the hallway. Now where is that little brat?

"Looking for these?" Someone said from behind me. I turned to see my 8 year old half-brother, Chase. He was holding my clothes.

"I'll give you five seconds to give them back, Chase." I say irritated. I didn't have time for this. I have to get breakfast ready.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll freaking kill you, you stupid fucking abortion."(A/N: Cookie if you know where I got this from.)

"Courtney. What are you doing?" My stepmother said coming out of her bedroom.

Crap. "Umm, I was just."

"Wasting time, that's what you were doing." She snatches my clothes from Chase and throw them at my feet. I bend down to pick them up.

"Now get some clothes on and cook breakfast, me and your father have to go to work, Amy has ballet, and Chase has soccer. Now go!"

"Yes ma'am." I said walking back to my room. I shut the door behind me and smile. Almost a whole day to myself! Finally.

I put on my clothes, which are just a simple t-shirt and some jeans. I also put on some tennis shoes. I have a feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of work today.

I go to the kitchen after I'm done getting ready, and start making breakfast. I know everybody's favorites: Amy likes toast with scrambled eggs and bacon, Chase likes Rice Krispies, Stepmother likes English muffins with bacon and oatmeal, and Dad likes omelets with sausages on the side. Me? Coffee and cream of wheat.

I put everyones meal on the table, and then start making my food. The family is all at the table when I place my food on the table.

"Before you eat," Stepmother says, "I need you to make me some tea."

"And I can't find my ballet shoes." Amy said glaring at me. "Where are they?"

"My soccer uniform needs to be washed." Chase said with his mouth full of cereal.

I sigh and stand back up. Before I go, I look over my should to see if Dad was going to say anything. Surprisingly, he sat quietly, reading the newspaper.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Stepmother said. "Go!"

And with that I went to finish my chores.

When I came back to the table everyone was gone. Stepmother had left me a note of the chores I am supposed to do:

1. Tend to garden.

2. Wash dishes.

3. Clean bathroom.

4. Wash clothes and iron.

5. Make up beds.

6. Clean Chase and Amy's rooms.

7. Grocery Shoppping.

8. Clean Master bedroom.

The Master bedroom? I thought I was forbidden to go in there, but I guess not. The first six chores take a few hours to do. When I get finished with Amy's room, It's already 2:45.

Now to clean the Master bedroom. I start by picking up random pieces of clothing, and then I vacuum. As a push the vacuum a little farther under the bed, it starts to make a weird noise. I turn the machine off and look under the bed. It's a shoebox with ribbon attached to it.

Out of curiosity I slid it out and open it. It has photographs, plane tickets, and a hair clip in the middle of the box. I take it out to look at it. It has the initials K.G. on it.

Barbara Grace. My mother's name.

I can't believe that Dad still has this. If I recall correctly, mom and dad used to argue a lot when I was younger. I put the clip in my hair and look in the mirror. It matches perfectly with my autumn brown hair. I turn on the vacuum and quickly finish the Master bedroom.

Off to the store now.

I use the old truck that my Grandfather gave to me to drive to the grocery store. Thank goodness, it wasn't crowded today. I parked in the front so I wouldn't have to carry a heavy load so far.

I walk into the store, get a cart, and for to the first isle I see - the dairy isle. I grab the milk, cheese and yogurt and then head to the newt isle. My cart was halfway full when I went into the lunch cereal isle.

Only two girls were in the isle with me: one girl had long beach-blonde hair which was up in a ponytail and the other had shoulder-length block hair with teal streaks. They looked to be my age, 16. I caught the blondes eye. She looked me up and down for a moment then turned to her friend, who also glanced at me. The teal-haired girl's eyes widened and she took out her phone. Ok?

I go to the check out isles and buy the groceries. The hardest part is hauling it all to the car.

I'm home just in time to get dinner ready on the stove. It's all quiet until the front door opens. I hold my breathe, hoping that everything is in order.

"Did you get everything done?" Stepmother asked, her annoying voice ringing throughout the house.

"Yes!" I respond.

I hear the Master bedroom door slam, and then my dad yelling. The kitchen door bursts open to reveal my angry father.

Crap.

That's all folks! Remember to R&R! It would be appreciated. Well, I'm going to go to sleep because it is currently 2:33 AM where I'm at. :D