Chapter 1 - 5 years later
Here comes another train. My hair whips across my face fiercely as the train passes by me causing a gush of wind. I don’t know what I’m doing here, I can’t believe I’m running away like this. Running away is going against everything my parents taught me. I still remember the day my dad talked to me about running from my problems when I was in middle school. I was humiliated in front of the school when someone tripped me and I fell in front of the whole school tearing my skirt in the process. I did not want to return to school the next day, but my dad sat me down and told me that running away doesn’t necessarily mean that the humiliation or problem will go way, it might even catch up to me when I least expect it. And since then I have always faced my problem head on, but here I am running away anyway.
5 years later ...
Beep, beep, beep. “Why, why is it Friday and not Saturday?” I mumble as I try to snooze my alarm, but end up plugging it out completely. I’m really not a morning person, especially when it is 5:30 AM.
As I head to the front door after I’ve gotten ready for work I pass a mirror and wind up examining my appearance. I won’t say that I’m drop dead gorgeous, but in the middle somewhere. I have some curves around my hips, an oval shaped face with blond hair that has blue and purple highlights in them resting just over my shoulders. My eyes are a combination between grey and blue. I’m a middle school teacher living in Mossel Bay, well currently a very late teacher. As I rush of to work my mind starts to wonder about my flight for tomorrow. I received a phone call from my mom saying that my dad has fallen gravely ill and the doctors doesn’t give him much time.
After I left five years ago I haven’t seen them since, that is why I’m so nervous returning home. I left without a word and still keep contact to a minimal with them. I know they were hurt through my actions and that they are not the ones to blame, but I just had to get away from everyone and everything. Now I’m returning back home and praying that my past won’t catch up to me.
