My Escape
Dear Mom and Dad,
By the time you wake up and get this, I'll already be on my way to
the one place I can imagine I will truly fit in and be accepted as a normal
person, Seattle. Maybe there I'll be able to get the respect I never got from
anyone around here. Maybe I'll get the type of friends I've always wanted.
I hope you can be happy for me.
Your daughter,
Aynsleigh
It's 3:30 in the morning and I've just finished writing my letter to my parents explaining my disappearance. I grab my old dirty backpack and shove a couple shirts, a pair of pants, and some money I found in the top drawer of my parents' dresser. I set my letter on the night stand on my mother's side of the bed, nearest to the door, and sneak out. I wonder what they'll do when they wake and find me gone. I'm sure they'll pay it no mind. They'll probably think I'm already at school.
On the street, everything is quiet. It's as if all this pressure has been let off. A calm comes over my like an erie title wave. I walk to the end of my street and decided to head for the neighborhood I used to live in for one last look at a time I hold onto so close in my heart. It was a time of happiness and a great friend I thought I could always have by my side. My neighbor across the street, Jeff. He was my best friend in the whole world even though he was usually emotionally void.
I walk past my old street and head for a place I used to go for peace and quiet. It's only about two blocks away and I used to go there when I needed time away from all the yelling and fighting that went on inside my home. It's an old boat ramp that no one really uses anymore. It has a pretty view. I would always go up there and think about things, write, and sometimes draw a little. I sit on the same old rock I sat on three years ago and peer out at the water and reflect on the journey before me.
By the time you wake up and get this, I'll already be on my way to
the one place I can imagine I will truly fit in and be accepted as a normal
person, Seattle. Maybe there I'll be able to get the respect I never got from
anyone around here. Maybe I'll get the type of friends I've always wanted.
I hope you can be happy for me.
Your daughter,
Aynsleigh
It's 3:30 in the morning and I've just finished writing my letter to my parents explaining my disappearance. I grab my old dirty backpack and shove a couple shirts, a pair of pants, and some money I found in the top drawer of my parents' dresser. I set my letter on the night stand on my mother's side of the bed, nearest to the door, and sneak out. I wonder what they'll do when they wake and find me gone. I'm sure they'll pay it no mind. They'll probably think I'm already at school.
On the street, everything is quiet. It's as if all this pressure has been let off. A calm comes over my like an erie title wave. I walk to the end of my street and decided to head for the neighborhood I used to live in for one last look at a time I hold onto so close in my heart. It was a time of happiness and a great friend I thought I could always have by my side. My neighbor across the street, Jeff. He was my best friend in the whole world even though he was usually emotionally void.
I walk past my old street and head for a place I used to go for peace and quiet. It's only about two blocks away and I used to go there when I needed time away from all the yelling and fighting that went on inside my home. It's an old boat ramp that no one really uses anymore. It has a pretty view. I would always go up there and think about things, write, and sometimes draw a little. I sit on the same old rock I sat on three years ago and peer out at the water and reflect on the journey before me.