I was actually having a good time. Till than. I had forgotten the tiny tattoo I had gotten a year ago. It was the zymology letting people know I was on the AWD side. Tats why I always covered it. Till than.
Panic filled my body, my mind, my should. I knocked down the chair and begin to run up the stairs. I was fast, I always had been. By the time I returned to my room, I lost most of the bottom of my gown and the conseger. A few bobby pins..
I locked my door and fell on the ground. Sobbing.
“What the Hell is wrong with me?” I yelled loudly. I ripped out my hair down and jumped onto my bed. “I got to get I plan.” The only thing I knew was to go to Base, and stay with Polly. But she’d be mad I’d let somebody see.
I was laying on my pillow sobbing. I was scared. Jackson was going to tell my Dad. Daddy was going to come and see my tattoo. He was going to flip. And I was some how going to end up in a convert. Great. Just freckling great.
There was a pounding on my door. I walked over, still in my gown, and kicked it. Right where a face should be. I went back to my crying. The pounding stopped and it sounded likes somebody sat down. I rolled my eyes. And it hit me. Ran away. Go somewhere. Not to the base. Somewhere you’ll get killed easy. The front lines.
I got out of my bed and Grabbed my biggest bag. I threw a mixture of jeans, short shorts, Tanks, T-shirts and sweat shirts. And a pair of my favorite jimmies. I grabbed my wallet and The piggy bank I’ve had since I was five. I also grabbed my phone charger and Ipod.
I sighed and wrote a note.
To whom it may concern,
Mind you own damn businesses bastards J . I’m running away. I don’t know where, or how. But I’ve got what I need. Don’t look for me cause I may or may not be in Canada. Just staying.
Daddy, Tell Jackson I love him and I’m sorry.
Love you all,
Riley Marie Jones.
I left the note on my bed and unlocked the door. I had opend the window areready, so it was ready for me to jump. I took one last look and lept into the night.