I let out a sigh as I got as comfortable as I could on a park bench. Looking up at the stars I closed my eyes and thought about this past few weeks.
I ran away exactly 15 days ago and I'm already scared.
I ran away because- nevermind... I ran away to get away from it, why even bother thinking about it?
Thoughts kept swirling in my mind as I tried to push them out and just sleep.
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I stretch my arms and rub my eyes to see some joggers already doing their morning runs.
I groan as my stomach lets out a growl.
I get up with my heavy backpack on and walk to McDonald's which is straight across from the park I'm currently in.
As I wait in line I scan the newspapers and a certain article catches my eye.
One Direction staying in LA to perform in just three days!
Oh great, my favorite band playing right near me yet I can't go because I can't even afford my own apartment.
Finishing breakfast, I walk outside again.
Same routine as every other day. Get up, eat, roam around, eat, rest, roam, eat, sleep, repeat.
Jeez running away is no fun.

Notes

Sorry for a boring first chapter!
The first few are probably gonna be like this.