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Alex's P.o.V
I was super pissed at my mom. "BUT MOM! HE HAS NOWHERE ELSE TO GO!" I glared at her. "I know sweetie, but I don't know him or his parent-" "YOU'RE KIDDING. YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING!" I yelled again. She stared at me, shocked. "Look here young man, you will NOT use that language directed at your mother." She spat at me. "You know what? I don't give two shits. You're not my fucking mom." I spat back. She stared at me again, eyes wide, tears building. I ran my way upstairs and into my room, grabbing a bag and shoving most of my stuff into it. Clothes, mainly. I reached under my bed,and pulled out an brown paper envelope. I had saved about $5000 in that one envelope. I stuffed it into my bag along with my clothes and grabbed my guitar from my stand, packing the stand and the guitar along with a few extra picks. I zipped the guitar case up. It was really quite light, so it would be a hell of a lot easier to run with. I put all my stuff in the bathroom attached to my room. It was my own bathroom, as it was connected to my bedroom. I put the stuff in the bathroom cupboard, while doing so shoving all the medicine in that cupboard in my bag. I might need it if I got ill, and I didn't want to chance having to come back here. I quickly after jumped into my bed, laying out the last change of clothes that were in my closet out next to my bed, putting my clothes from this day in the washing machine, knowing they would be washed and dried on time for around two in the morning.

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I woke up around half one and headed downstairs. My mo-Isobel, would be asleep by now, she goes around an hour after I go to my room. I pulled the stuff from the dryer and walked quietly back upstairs to my room, going to the bathroom and putting my now clean clothes in my bag, pulling on the other change I had left out a few hours before now. Wow, I had about four to five and a half hours of sleep, and I for once wasn't tired. I sighed, now grabbing my guitar from the cupboard, slinging it and my bag over my shoulder. Slipping on my converse, I quietly slid down the stairs and grabbing all the keys I would need and my wallet, which had my credit cards in it, I slipped them in my hoodie pocket that I had used as a jacket for ages now. I quickly scribbled out a message for Isobel to read.
Isobel,
I've left.
Don't call anyone to find me, because I don't want them to. I have left because of series of reasons, but mainly because you're not my mom. Thanks for all the years of torturous school and even worse home, especially with my dad gone most of the time. There's no reason for me to stay, so I'm leaving. This is the last time I will see you. Ever. Goodbye, Isobel.
Alex
Once I had written the letter, I folded it and put it on the perfectly clean coffee table, and wrote 'Isobel' on the front. I sighed, and then headed out the front door, putting my house key through the letter box. I sighed again, and after standing at the end of the path for a minute making sure no-one would see me, I started running down the road, tears streaming down my face. Even though my mind was clouded, I had a good idea of who I would stay with for now.

Jenna.

Notes

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