Maturity

Hannah ran away, but what are the consequences?

      I quietly cracked my window open withjust enough space for me to slip through. I heaved my backpack over my shoulder, then climbed through. I landed on soft grass. I walked to the backyard fence, then stopped. Did I really want to do this? I looked back at my house, brick walls, sprawling garden, small wooden door. Then I remembered our argument. I hopped over the fence and left.

    I ran through the trees. Wind blew through my hair, and it felt great. After a while, my legs started to hurt, so I sat down in a clearing and took out a sandwich. Chewing carefully, my mind replayed that night...:

         I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mom was waiting there, arms crossed over her chest, a frown on her lips. I gulped and slowly sat down in a chair.

   "Hi, Mom. What's up?" I asked innocently. 

    "Don't play innocent with me!" she yelled. My lips pursed. She continued. "Where the hell where you last night? I waited up until three a.m; but you still didn't come home!" she jabbed my chest with her finger. "Where were you?!"

    "I was out with a couple of friends." I lied.

    "What friends?" she demanded. When I paused, she yelled,"I knew it! You were taking that class again!" My jaw locked. I was pissed.

    "Mom! Yes, I was at the class. But I love Drama, It's my passion!" I yelled. 

    "I don't want you to become a snotty little actress!" she said, and her voice cracked. "I see those celebrities on t.v., drinking and doing drugs....I don't want that to be you!" she sat down with tears in her eyes. I calmed down a bit, and put my hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

    "Mom," I said softly. "I know you're trying to protect me, but I'm not your little girl anymore." Suddenly, Mom stood up, her hands balled up in fists.

   "You are not mature enough!" she yelled.

   "Yes. I . Am." I said defiantly. Mom turned her back to me, ignoring me.

   "This discussion is over." she whispered. I stamped my foot. How dare she! I stomped up the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me. I thrashed around for a while. Then I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. 

 

   So I ran away. I left a short note for Mom, then flew the coop. I stopped eating my sandwich. Where will I go now? Maybe I should've planned this more thouroughly.  I thought of any friends who would take me in. I remembered Mary, a sweet girl who's in my Drama class.  Maybe she could take pity on my and let me stay with her. I remembered she lived on Plumb Street, which was near my location. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and started walking.

    I got to the suburbs, and searched to Mary's house. Suddenly, I felt a light drop on my forehead. Then another. It was raining hard, and I could hear thunder. I ran for shelter, and saw a diner across the street. I ran across the road, but stopped in the middle.

    A dog was in the street, with a broken paw. I ran over to it, but on the way, tragedy struck. A minivan with a frenzied mom who probably wanted to get home. She didn't see me in time, and her car hit me. Pain stabbed through my body, and my vision went black, and I was instanly killed.

             Mom,

     I'm running away. Don't look for me. I'm mature enough to take care of myself. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I love you.

                    Your Loving Daughter.,

                                            Hannah.

 

                           

 

                  The Daily Gazette

                     Two days ago a 15 year old girl named Hannah George ran away from  home after an argument with her mother, Linda George.  She wandered through Plumas Street, until a car hit her. The driver was Linda George, who was out searching for her daughter. Doctors could not revive Hannah, and she is dead. Her mother commited suicide later that day.

 

 

  

 

 

Author's Note

Irony, anyone? Sad ending, I know. But I was sick of all of my happy endings. R&R please!

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Oh my GAWD! That was so freakishly amazing! Loved it to the very end. So sad her Mum hit her in the car, trying to find her.
OMG.
OMG.
Stunned. Speechless. Urg...