Octavia, chapter 1. Finally out. I got out the suitcase. I grabbed everything in sight to stuff into it; I was going toleave from this place. I hated it, and I had hated it for seven years. I was finally able toget out of here. I had been for a while now, but I just had the perfect day to go now. Ishoved the last article of clothing into the bag, and unlocked the mini safe that was in myroom. I jerked on the handle of the safe, and it popped open. I grabbed the money frommy dad's will out of it. I was now eighteen, a legal adult. I was allowed to have half thewill money, and the house he had left me in West Port Washington. I lived in CharlestonSouth Carolina. I would have to get on a plane. I had already ordered my ticket. I wrote ashort goodbye to my mom, not like she would find it or care, but I was leaving with agood bye. For the horrible seven years she forced upon me. I dragged my suitcase to the bus stop, and waited on the bench next to the stop sign. Constantly thinking about whatwould happen when I got to West port. The buses tires screeching against the pavementinterrupted my thoughts. I got on noticing not many people were on it. I claimed a seat inthe front of the bus. I waited patiently before it could stop. I looked out the window andwatched the scenery of blackness fly by the window. I was extremely tired. I laid myhead against the seat in front of me. Feeling like freedom was only a few hours away.I heard the bus screech to a halt, and I picked my head up from the seat,attempting to wake myself up in the process, I walked off the bus. I was at the airport.Making sure to grab all of my stuff, I walked slowly to the door, opening it withexhaustion, and saw some people scrambling around quickly. Grabbing luggage, andrunning in a different direction. I sighed, and threw my stuff on the ground. I sat there awhile, just watching happy families go by me. The bored announcer came on the speaker.Saying it was time to board my flight. I grabbed all of my stuff, and headed toward the plane. I dropped my stuff off, so it could be loaded into the plane. I went through themedal detector, and they checked me in. My heart bounced at the thought of being free. I boarded the plane. There were some people on it. I was not sure many people would beon the way to the same place as I was from all the way in Charleston. I sat in a secludedcorner by the window, tracing my fingers against the fog on the window. I felt the chillrun across my fingers. It was a good feeling. A family sat across from me. A boy had tosit by me, so he could be near his family. I looked away, and out the window. I wasthinking about these last few years, how horrible they had been. I don't even see how Isurvived them, but I did.The plane started to jerk, I closed my eyes. I wasn't used to planes. I didn't mindthem. I wasn't scared of them, but I just got these weird feelings on them. I opened myeyes, and saw we were way up in the sky. Good I had missed the bad part. I rubbed mysore eyes from the non- sleeping life style. My head was throbbing. Lauren would haveliked this. She loved planes. Lauren was my sister. Her, and my dad were supposedlykilled in a fire, but I remember something different. I remember walking with Laurenoutside. I remember someone grabbing me, holding me back, and lots of screaming. Ithrashed against the person holding me captive, knowing that if she died, I would never forgive myself. When I was able to look blood smothered the ground, and the bodies of my father, and Lauren were limp on the ground. I remember turning around, and seeingneon blue eyes. Warm arms were around me. Then it was all blank, and I was in thehospital. They had told me I was in a fire, my arms were burned. They said that Lauren
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