‘I can't believe this is happening again,’ I thought. Why can't they just get divorced if they hate each other so much! I've lived with their stupid fighting long enough!
I was running away that night. Not for long, but for a while. I was getting awfully tired of their constant yammering.
I was going to my boyfriend’s house for the weekend. Mom and dad didn't know. They wouldn’t care.
I shoved tons of clothes into my bag; T-shirts, cotton shorts, tanks, camis, jeans, jackets, bras, underwear, and lingerie.
Mike is my boyfriend, and he's also the best thing that ever happened to me. He's six ten, and very pale. He reminds me of the vampires from the twilight series. He's got brown hair that's long and shaggy, but it's got blonde highlights. He is thin, definitely not muscular but lean.
