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"It's getting late, Katherine. My mother is going to kill us, we should go home; he's not coming." Jane said as she got up from her seat to go to her car. I looked at my watch, which said that it's midnight. "No, I'm not going to leave him, if you want to leave then do it. I'm not going anywhere without him!" I exclaimed.
Wait, this is not the appropriate way to begin my story, let's go back to where my family hates me.
I was adopted by The Wrights as soon as I turned seven, and that's where their loathe for me begins. My biological mother was, somehow, a close friend of Amber Wright. And as soon as my mother got sick, she wrote a letter to Amber in which says something about me being adopted by The Wrights, and something about them being the "right" family for me.
The Wrights are a family of douches, the mother is a douche, the father is a douche, and the daughter is a douche. The reason why I don't live with my biological father? It's because he's a douche, too.
Apparently, the only non-douchey people I know are ones that don't live anywhere near me: My mom, who is dead and in heaven; and Caleb, who is alive and in Canada.
Caleb is my best friend and the only person who knows everything about me. He lives 500 miles away from where I live. He moved to Canada two years ago, when things were going a lot worse than before.
The most exciting thing that ever happened to me -I'm not exaggerating- was receiving a call from Caleb saying that he's coming to Chicago this weekend!
"Jane, did you steal my hairbrush again?" I called to the sister from the other room. But, of course, I had to go get it from her because she always pretends that she "couldn't hear me".
As I got closer to Jane's room her voice became clearer and more hearable.
"Of course I'll be their, babe. No, I'll sneak out of the house. Yeah. Definitely. No, they'll be sleeping. I won't. Okay, sleep tight, babe." Wow, I'll be sure to use that against her. I opened the door carefully soon after she was silent.
Jane: "The hairbrush is over there, bring it back after you're done."
Katherine: "I'm not here for the hairbrush. I heard everything you said on that phone call."
Jane: "So?"
Katherine: "So I'll make sure Amber and Robin know about it."
Jane: "You wouldn't." Her face was priceless.
Katherine: "Oh, believe me I would. Unless you take me to the train station to pick up Caleb."
Jane: "Now?"
Katherine: "Saturday, 10:30 PM."
Jane: "I'll torture you if you tell my parents, and I'll cut you into pieces and hide-"
Katherine: "Sleep tight, babe."
Success. Thank goodness for her stupidity. There's no way in hell Amber and Robin would believe me. They think she's an angel.
Today is going to be the best day of my life. I get to see Caleb and control Jane. What more do I need? I thought to myself as I entered Jane's fancy car. I must say that her parents were freaking out about the fact that Jane is going out with me.
The instant we got to the train station I started looking for the train coming from New York.
"Doesn't he live in Canada?" Jane asked. "He took a plane to New York then a train to Chicago. Now start looking for him."
We looked everywhere for half an hour with no success, so we just sat on the first seats we found and kept waiting there for what seemed like hours. I tried calling Caleb's cell but it kept putting me directly to voicemail. I asked people about the train coming from New York but all I got were shoulder shrugs. And Jane isn't much of a help either; she's texting and giggling, as always.
"It's getting late, Katherine. My mother is going to kill us, we should go home; he's not coming." Jane said as she got up from her seat to go to her car. I looked at my watch, which said that it's midnight. "No, I'm not going to leave him, if you want to leave then do it. I'm not going anywhere without him!" I exclaimed. And being the Jane she always has been, she took her bag and left without saying a word.
The place became emptier by the second. Less sane people, more drunk ones. I saw a group of drunk guys approach me mouthing words I couldn't hear to each other. And the next thing I know I was kicking and screaming. Judging by what I'm hearing, I think I hurt one of them. As soon as I got the chance to, I ran at the speed of light to hide somewhere no one could find me.
It's getting cold, it's 4 AM, and my cell ran out of battery. Now I know how much those douches hate me. I sat in my hiding place for the rest of the night, not getting any bit of sleep, and waiting for Caleb still.
I could see the rays of the sun, it's finally morning, and tremendous amounts of people are coming into the station.
As the place got more crowded, I felt like drowning, no one could help me, no one could hear my silent screams; no one could find what I was looking for. It was like looking for light in the darkest place, I was desperate. I fell deeper and deeper every passing second. I heard cries all over the place, I felt the guilt rush through my blood as my frown turned into a smile, happiness! I forgot how it feels to be happy. I felt happy because of the cries, thinking there was someone drowning with me, turns out it's just me, those were my cries, I'm all alone. I saw his face, as I began to lose hope and crumble, all of the world disappeared and all I saw was his face, his lost and broken face, looking through everything and into a place far away, and finally, his eyes met mine, I could feel his hand pulling me out of my thoughts, I could feel the air around me again, and I realized that I have found what I was looking for, what I was gasping for, I was gasping for breath, for life, for love, for him
This is the winning entry according to what the majority picked as their favorite!
"It's getting late, Katherine. My mother is going to kill us, we should go home; he's not coming." Jane said as she got up from her seat to go to her car. I looked at my watch, which said that it's midnight. "No, I'm not going to leave him, if you want to leave then do it. I'm not going anywhere without him!" I exclaimed.
Wait, this is not the appropriate way to begin my story, let's go back to where my family hates me.
I was adopted by The Wrights as soon as I turned seven, and that's where their loathe for me begins. My biological mother was, somehow, a close friend of Amber Wright. And as soon as my mother got sick, she wrote a letter to Amber in which says something about me being adopted by The Wrights, and something about them being the "right" family for me.
The Wrights are a family of douches, the mother is a douche, the father is a douche, and the daughter is a douche. The reason why I don't live with my biological father? It's because he's a douche, too.
Apparently, the only non-douchey people I know are ones that don't live anywhere near me: My mom, who is dead and in heaven; and Caleb, who is alive and in Canada.
Caleb is my best friend and the only person who knows everything about me. He lives 500 miles away from where I live. He moved to Canada two years ago, when things were going a lot worse than before.
The most exciting thing that ever happened to me -I'm not exaggerating- was receiving a call from Caleb saying that he's coming to Chicago this weekend!
"Jane, did you steal my hairbrush again?" I called to the sister from the other room. But, of course, I had to go get it from her because she always pretends that she "couldn't hear me".
As I got closer to Jane's room her voice became clearer and more hearable.
"Of course I'll be their, babe. No, I'll sneak out of the house. Yeah. Definitely. No, they'll be sleeping. I won't. Okay, sleep tight, babe." Wow, I'll be sure to use that against her. I opened the door carefully soon after she was silent.
Jane: "The hairbrush is over there, bring it back after you're done."
Katherine: "I'm not here for the hairbrush. I heard everything you said on that phone call."
Jane: "So?"
Katherine: "So I'll make sure Amber and Robin know about it."
Jane: "You wouldn't." Her face was priceless.
Katherine: "Oh, believe me I would. Unless you take me to the train station to pick up Caleb."
Jane: "Now?"
Katherine: "Saturday, 10:30 PM."
Jane: "I'll torture you if you tell my parents, and I'll cut you into pieces and hide-"
Katherine: "Sleep tight, babe."
Success. Thank goodness for her stupidity. There's no way in hell Amber and Robin would believe me. They think she's an angel.
Today is going to be the best day of my life. I get to see Caleb and control Jane. What more do I need? I thought to myself as I entered Jane's fancy car. I must say that her parents were freaking out about the fact that Jane is going out with me.
The instant we got to the train station I started looking for the train coming from New York.
"Doesn't he live in Canada?" Jane asked. "He took a plane to New York then a train to Chicago. Now start looking for him."
We looked everywhere for half an hour with no success, so we just sat on the first seats we found and kept waiting there for what seemed like hours. I tried calling Caleb's cell but it kept putting me directly to voicemail. I asked people about the train coming from New York but all I got were shoulder shrugs. And Jane isn't much of a help either; she's texting and giggling, as always.
"It's getting late, Katherine. My mother is going to kill us, we should go home; he's not coming." Jane said as she got up from her seat to go to her car. I looked at my watch, which said that it's midnight. "No, I'm not going to leave him, if you want to leave then do it. I'm not going anywhere without him!" I exclaimed. And being the Jane she always has been, she took her bag and left without saying a word.
The place became emptier by the second. Less sane people, more drunk ones. I saw a group of drunk guys approach me mouthing words I couldn't hear to each other. And the next thing I know I was kicking and screaming. Judging by what I'm hearing, I think I hurt one of them. As soon as I got the chance to, I ran at the speed of light to hide somewhere no one could find me.
It's getting cold, it's 4 AM, and my cell ran out of battery. Now I know how much those douches hate me. I sat in my hiding place for the rest of the night, not getting any bit of sleep, and waiting for Caleb still.
I could see the rays of the sun, it's finally morning, and tremendous amounts of people are coming into the station.
As the place got more crowded, I felt like drowning, no one could help me, no one could hear my silent screams; no one could find what I was looking for. It was like looking for light in the darkest place, I was desperate. I fell deeper and deeper every passing second. I heard cries all over the place, I felt the guilt rush through my blood as my frown turned into a smile, happiness! I forgot how it feels to be happy. I felt happy because of the cries, thinking there was someone drowning with me, turns out it's just me, those were my cries, I'm all alone. I saw his face, as I began to lose hope and crumble, all of the world disappeared and all I saw was his face, his lost and broken face, looking through everything and into a place far away, and finally, his eyes met mine, I could feel his hand pulling me out of my thoughts, I could feel the air around me again, and I realized that I have found what I was looking for, what I was gasping for, I was gasping for breath, for life, for love, for him
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