Chapter 2 Pg.4

Chapter 2 Cont.
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'Stupid social worker!' I grumbled.
If it wasn't for him
I wouldn't have been running away, from whatever was chasing me.
And if I wasn't running away,
I would not have mud stains all over my
favorite pajamas.
FAVORITE.
And if I wasn't trying to get away
I wouldn't have tried to hide underwater (Stupid idea. Very, VERY stupid idea, what the heck was I thinking!?!?) in the lake I found.
And if I wasn't trying to hide
I wouldn't have gone underwater and almost
DROWN.
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I walked out the door of Ezperanza.
'Nobody has come for me yet' I thought to myself.
I shrugged.
I wasn't expecting to make it out the door without getting caught.
Might as well keep walking.
I headed into the woods.
I groaned.
There was a hill
and it was
HUGE.
I groaned again. It looked like a mini-mountain.
'Why am I running away?'
'Because you said you were.'
I answered myself.
No, I'm not crazy.
I just contradict myself a lot.
Anyhow,
I answered myself.
'But that was before I saw that hill, and it is just so.....so.... BIG!'
'So?'
'Weelll'
‘ Are you going to let him win?'
'Who win?' 'You know who. If you go back now, you let him win. Do you want to lose, and let him have that satisfaction!?!?'
I sighed.
'No, but-'
'No buts! Prove that you're better than him and go up that hill!'
' God fine, I'll do it.'
Wow, I can be bossy sometimes.
I started slowly, pushing through bushes and going around trees, trying to avoid thorns and branches.
I read somewhere-I don’t remember- that you could get an infection and die from even the tiniest cut. That scared me out of my mind.
I'm not that afraid of cuts now but,
since I don’t have any Neosporin,
I'm not going to risk it.
Getting an infection is not a part of my plan.
'This is going to be easy.' I thought as I walked.
'All I have to do is keep walking. Soon enough I'll be so far away I won't have to worry.
And it shouldn't be hard to learn all that 'survival' stuff.'
Easy peasy.
Right?
I looked up at the sun.
It was getting really hot. Stupid sun.
Bending down, I started to rollup my pajamas, when I heard rustling. I stood up, looking around.
Rustle.
'Is anyone there?' I called out.
A bird tweeted.
Frowning, I kept walking up the hill.
Rustle.
I turned.
' I have a weapon!!! I'm not playing!!! If anyone is out there, go back to where you came from because I'll kick your butt if you try to attack me or anything!!! I'm serious!!!'
I yelled threats/warnings for another few minutes, until I got bored.
I kicked a rock.
'I'm being stupid' I thought.
But just in case........
I searched around, and found a nice, big stick.
There,
if anyone decides to mess with me,
I'll just hit'em with my stick.
Perfect!
I kept going, feeling braver with every step.
The crunch of the leaves,
the fresh air,
colors everywhere,
especially green.
Maybe I could get used to this.
Maybe.
Besides,
there is no way I'm living outside forever.
Or.......
I might.
It IS nice out here.
But........
Before I finished
I realized
I'm at the top!
'I'm at the top of the stupid hill!'
I screamed as I dropped the stick and my bookbag to the ground.
I jumped around in circles till I saw the view of the forest.
'Wow' I gasped.
From here, you could see the whole forest.
And it looked
Beautiful
Extraordinary
Awesome!
You could see the treetops, their shades of green blending into each other and with the sun shining down on it, making the trees' leaves sparkle, like the way the sun makes the sea sparkle, so really, the forest looked like a big green sea from here.
I repeat
Extraordinarily
beautiful.
It made you want to stay up here forever.

But I won't.
I dropped to my knees and opened my bookbag.
Everything I own is in it, I'm glad its big.
'Hmmmm...' I said to myself.
I pulled out a few shirts,
a pair of slippers,
a pillow,
a few pairs of pants,
my cash stash,
my Tinkerbell toothbrush,
chips, a LOT of chips:),
my notebook,
a blanket,
my toys,
underwear,

a jump rope,

and most important of all,

My Pendant,
among some other things.
I spilled my money onto the grass,
opened my notebook, and
I started counting. For each dollar,
I made a tally mark in my notebook, because
if I tried to do it in my head,
I'd probably get the numbers wrong,
since I'm not good at math.
Math sucks.
'198....199....200!
200?
200!!!' I screamed, as I counted the last tally mark.
Ever since I remember,
I have saved any money I got.
Weell,
most of it.
A girl has got to have candy:)
Anyway
like I said, any money I got I saved.
There's a reason for it too.
When I was little
I saw on TV about a boy
who saved all his money,
or something like that.
I ignored most of it
but
I caught the end
which said
he became a millionaire!
So I decided
If he could do it,
I could do it too
and I would become a millionaire
and do lots of great stuff!
Since then I've been saving. This is the first time
I've counted my money.
I never knew,
I had so much!
I'll be set for months!
Years even!
Chips only cost 30 cents.
So I'll live off of that.
This is going to be sooooooo easy.
I put my money back in my bookbag along with everything else I took out,
picked up my stick,
took one last look,-
Rustle Rustle
I whipped around, dropping my stick by accident.
' I know your out there!!! You better leave me alone!!!! I know karate!!!!! I'll call the police if I have toooo!!!!'
My threats echoed out into the forest. Oh, crap. I couldn’t call the police even if I wanted to........
Another Rustle.
Then, just out of the corner of my eye,
I saw something run from one bush to another.
I slung my bookbag over my shoulder,
picked up my stick,
and ran down the mini-mountain hill for my life.