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"Get out," Pen Rowan's mother spoke very clearly, in a deadly quiet voice.
Pen looked at her mother, confused for a minute. Really? "...What?"
"Out. I want you out. I'm done dealing with your shit all the time. You've disobeyed and disrespected me for the last time. Now. Get. Out," Mrs. Rowan punctuated the last few words by clenching and unclenching her fists.
Pen hesitated for a moment before dashing up the stairs. She had been kicked out or run away a few times before, but she had always ended up back home after a few days. This time was different. This time, Pen was quite certain that she wasn't going back. She grabbed a duffel bag, cramming as many of her belongings into it as possible, mostly clothes. Picking the large pink piggy bank off the desk, she weighed it in her hand for a moment before smashing it on the floor. Pen picked through the scattered shards of porcelain for whatever bills she could find; her life savings. She wadded it up and hit it in a sock, then another, then in a pocket inside the bag. She looked at the small stuffed pink pig sitting on her pillow. She'd had it since she was a toddler...She snatched it off the bed and nestled it down into the bottom of the duffel before zipping it closed and walking out of the room.
Once downstairs, Pen glanced once more at her mother and threw open the door, which was promptly blown shut with a gust of cold December wind. The mother just smiled into her glass of wine, staring straight ahead. Pen set her jaw and walked out, slamming the door behind her, locking it, and throwing the key off into the bushes.
She began to walk. Now that she was actually out of the house, she wondered where she was going. A friend's house? Sarah? James? Erin? No, despite her bad parenting skills, Mrs. Rowan was right about one thing: none of Pen's friends were at all reliable. They'd probably laugh about it, or make jokes, or whatever. No, Pen decided. Best to get as far away from this trash town as possible. Maybe, she thought to herself, developing a new zest. Maybe, just maybe, this was the adventure, the change from her monotonous day-to-day rituals she had been waiting for! Finally, a chance to see the world, to get away from any kind of rules or restrictions and just live the way she wanted to live. Yes, she told herself, standing taller. An adventure it would be!
And so she walked. And she walked. And she walked. She tramped through the ankle-deep snow, the wetness seeping through her boots and soaking her feet. Without stopping, she walked all through the night, into the next day, through that night as well, and kept going. She didn't dare stop; she didn't want to. She wanted to the first place she stopped to be memorable as the beginning of her new, adventurous life. So she didn't stop. For days and days she walked, she didn't bother counting. Who needed to keep track of time?
She didn't sleep, she didn‘t eat, and she only stopped to melt snow in her mouth when she got thirsty. She didn't feel tired, only recharged, new, begun again. But, when she finally did stop and look around, she realized that she was nowhere. The exhaustion was catching up with her, she needed to rest, but there was no place to do so. Only trees, for as far as the eye could see, the horizon was littered with woods. Forest stretched in every direction, up and down the deserted road. Pen began to feel light-headed; she should have stopped to eat. She blinked hard, not wanting to sit down even for a minute; she knew that if she sat down, she'd fall asleep, and if she fell asleep, she'd never wake up.
She pressed on, lifting her feet like heavy stones through the slush and snow. Her head spun, and she collapsed to her knees. Her feet tingled from the relief, and it was difficult to get up again. She struggled and made it to her feet once more taking a few more steps. Wait, what was that? A glaring bright light filled her senses as her eyes blurred. She couldn't see anything. Now there was a loud honking sound. Geese? She stumbled around in circles, looking up (or, what she thought was up, she wasn't quite sure of herself anymore) and all around for the source of the noise, or the light, or anything. The honking got louder and closer, and the light brighter, piercing through her mind.
Pen swayed for a moment, poised on the tips of her toes, before falling face-first into the harsh, cold snow and blacking out.
A/N: First chapter! I got this idea a while ago and was going to make it a Mikey/Alicia love story, but re-thought it and decided to just make it my own creation. So yeah. What do you think so far? I'll post chapter 2 quickly so you can get an idea of the story. So yeah. Rate/Comment/Subscribe please. OverAndOutxx
Pen looked at her mother, confused for a minute. Really? "...What?"
"Out. I want you out. I'm done dealing with your shit all the time. You've disobeyed and disrespected me for the last time. Now. Get. Out," Mrs. Rowan punctuated the last few words by clenching and unclenching her fists.
Pen hesitated for a moment before dashing up the stairs. She had been kicked out or run away a few times before, but she had always ended up back home after a few days. This time was different. This time, Pen was quite certain that she wasn't going back. She grabbed a duffel bag, cramming as many of her belongings into it as possible, mostly clothes. Picking the large pink piggy bank off the desk, she weighed it in her hand for a moment before smashing it on the floor. Pen picked through the scattered shards of porcelain for whatever bills she could find; her life savings. She wadded it up and hit it in a sock, then another, then in a pocket inside the bag. She looked at the small stuffed pink pig sitting on her pillow. She'd had it since she was a toddler...She snatched it off the bed and nestled it down into the bottom of the duffel before zipping it closed and walking out of the room.
Once downstairs, Pen glanced once more at her mother and threw open the door, which was promptly blown shut with a gust of cold December wind. The mother just smiled into her glass of wine, staring straight ahead. Pen set her jaw and walked out, slamming the door behind her, locking it, and throwing the key off into the bushes.
She began to walk. Now that she was actually out of the house, she wondered where she was going. A friend's house? Sarah? James? Erin? No, despite her bad parenting skills, Mrs. Rowan was right about one thing: none of Pen's friends were at all reliable. They'd probably laugh about it, or make jokes, or whatever. No, Pen decided. Best to get as far away from this trash town as possible. Maybe, she thought to herself, developing a new zest. Maybe, just maybe, this was the adventure, the change from her monotonous day-to-day rituals she had been waiting for! Finally, a chance to see the world, to get away from any kind of rules or restrictions and just live the way she wanted to live. Yes, she told herself, standing taller. An adventure it would be!
And so she walked. And she walked. And she walked. She tramped through the ankle-deep snow, the wetness seeping through her boots and soaking her feet. Without stopping, she walked all through the night, into the next day, through that night as well, and kept going. She didn't dare stop; she didn't want to. She wanted to the first place she stopped to be memorable as the beginning of her new, adventurous life. So she didn't stop. For days and days she walked, she didn't bother counting. Who needed to keep track of time?
She didn't sleep, she didn‘t eat, and she only stopped to melt snow in her mouth when she got thirsty. She didn't feel tired, only recharged, new, begun again. But, when she finally did stop and look around, she realized that she was nowhere. The exhaustion was catching up with her, she needed to rest, but there was no place to do so. Only trees, for as far as the eye could see, the horizon was littered with woods. Forest stretched in every direction, up and down the deserted road. Pen began to feel light-headed; she should have stopped to eat. She blinked hard, not wanting to sit down even for a minute; she knew that if she sat down, she'd fall asleep, and if she fell asleep, she'd never wake up.
She pressed on, lifting her feet like heavy stones through the slush and snow. Her head spun, and she collapsed to her knees. Her feet tingled from the relief, and it was difficult to get up again. She struggled and made it to her feet once more taking a few more steps. Wait, what was that? A glaring bright light filled her senses as her eyes blurred. She couldn't see anything. Now there was a loud honking sound. Geese? She stumbled around in circles, looking up (or, what she thought was up, she wasn't quite sure of herself anymore) and all around for the source of the noise, or the light, or anything. The honking got louder and closer, and the light brighter, piercing through her mind.
Pen swayed for a moment, poised on the tips of her toes, before falling face-first into the harsh, cold snow and blacking out.
A/N: First chapter! I got this idea a while ago and was going to make it a Mikey/Alicia love story, but re-thought it and decided to just make it my own creation. So yeah. What do you think so far? I'll post chapter 2 quickly so you can get an idea of the story. So yeah. Rate/Comment/Subscribe please. OverAndOutxx
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