Sami's P.O.V.
It was nearly four o'clock in the morning when I finally decided to head out. I fumbled for the light switch to my bedside lamp and managed to turn it on. I jumped out of my bunk and hauled my suitcase and backpack out of the closet. Grabbing my iPod and headphones and shoving them into my pocket, I quietly turned off the light and opened the door, hoping that nothing would wake anyone up. It was quiet, and it made me uneasy. I was never up this early. It all just seemed so foreign to me. I walked swiftly down the staircase, picking up my suitcase. I unlocked the door and didn't bother taking my house key with me. As I stepped outside, I felt a breeze whip against my bare skin. I shivered and quickly ran back upstairs to grab a jacket. I shut the door behind me one last time and sighed.
I looked up into the night sky. It was a dark and deep navy blue, almost black, sprinkled with some little immobile fireflies. I looked back at my house one last time, hoping that that would be the last time I saw it in ages. I pulled up the handle to my suitcase and started walking. I was going to try and get to the nearest process plant that shipped out fruit to different states by train so I could hop on one to New York. The nearest plant couldn't be too far away, so I just out past the park and all of that, and then even further out past the storage complex, and I stumbled upon it just past a little pond of some sorts.
Walking up to the nearest train at the plant, I could hear voices. I set my stuff in the shadows of the train cart before jumping in myself. I was only hoping that nobody was going to see me in the train cart. Footsteps came closer and my body stiffened.
"When does this train leave for Westchester again?" One guy asked the other.
"In a few minutes actually." I smiled. I picked the right train. All of a sudden, the train jolted as though it was about to leave the station. I laid back in the train, using my backpack as a pillow. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, not worrying what would happen once the train pulled into Westchester in the morning.
I woke up to wind rushing past my face and the sun piercing through my eyelids. I jolted awake. It was sunny outside, meaning the train was probably close to where it needed to be. I grabbed my stuff and looked out at the scenery whizzing by me. Nerves flew through every sensory in my body and my stomach was doing flips. I cleared all thoughts from my mind and jumped for it. The ground came rushing to meet me, my arm hitting the ground first. I rolled for a little before coming to a stop. It went better than I had expected. My arm stung a bit, but other than that, only a few cuts and bruises.
I looked ahead of me and I could see buildings in the distance, not too far away.
"Must be New York City..." I thought out loud. I sighed. I pulled the handle of my suitcase up and started walking. As I started walking, I realized that Frank, Joe and Cypress would probably be up by now. Too bad for them. I was long gone.
Joe's P.O.V.
I was up before anyone else, around six or seven in the morning. It was summer, so there was really no need to be up early, but I didn't pay much mind to it. I walked across the hallway to my younger sister Sami's room and opened the door. I rubbed my eyes and yawned a bit.
"Sami, time to get up," I said out of habit. When there wasn't an answer, I panicked a bit. I looked at her bed, but she wasn't there. Her teal bed sheets were thrown aside, her pillow lying on the floor. Her closet door was wide open and her computer was gone, along with her suitcase, backpack and sketchpad. I threw her bed sheets everywhere, looking for a note. Nothing. I rummaged through her drawers and closet trying to find some secret hint on where she went. Nothing.
I ran across the hallway to Frank's room and shook him awake. He rubbed his eyes.
"What is it?" He yawned.
"Sami's gone," I said.
"No she's not, she's probably just downstairs." he said, trying to calm me down.
"No, she left. Her suitcase, backpack, computer and sketchpad are gone." I said hastily. Frank shot up in his bed, a look of worry in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. How were we going to break this to Cypress. His eyes widened, his face turning sheet white.
"Joe, it's not a matter of how we're going to break it to Cypress, it's how we're going to break it to mom and dad." He stuttered. I knew he was right. Cypress would be devastated, but mom and dad would be furious for letting our youngest sister get away. Oh god, she was out there in the world filled with our dad's enemies. She was out there alone in a dangerous world. Oh god. Dad was going to kill us.