Runaway
written by Darkstone Malfoy
All her life, Heather Jones had only one wish: To participate in the Blue Games. But that was not possible in the roof of her house. But one night, an argument between her Mother changes everything. Could she ever become the famous Blue Game player as she had hoped, or would she have to give up and shut her dream deep inside? Take a sneak peek at Runaway, and if you like at please comment it on Darkstone Malfoy's wall. Enough comments will get us to the real book.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
2
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Chapter 2
For the next few days, Heather did not dare mention the promotion of the Blue Games. Each day she got beaten, and each day the more harsh. On nights when she couldn’t hold her temper, she would think of her Father, his warm smile and tender eyes. She often dreamed about him, although it was not memories, but more like the fact that she was physically there. A vision, she thought. In school, she was more attracted to boys then when her father was alive. In every second she got, she wandered in the graveyard, sitting in her father’s burial. She took care of her brother, Navin, and the week passed without an argument. Until one day.
Rushing out of her classroom, Heather Jones pushed her way out to the exit. She glanced at her watch. 2:30, she knew she was late. She ran through the streets and flung her house door open breathlessly. What happened next was a frightening surprise for Heather. Her Mom rushed to the front door and pointed at the living room, her face red. “Explain. This. To. Me.” Now that Heather had paid more attention to the background, she saw that letters were piled in her living room. Surprised, she took of her shoes and went into the living room. She grabbed a letter and flipped it over. On it said, “To Heather Jones, Skylane #6.” She ripped it open, reading it through numerous times, not sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. The Blue Games had promoted her into actually playing in it, since the third player had gotten an attack of chickenpox. Heather looked hopefully at her Mother, but her eyes said it all. “No”. She sneered. It was impossible to resist that moment, and she didn’t even have time to think about her dad. She threw the letter on the ground, and burst into tears. “You never let me do anything! I was a mistake to you, weren’t I?” “You never wanted me as a child, did you? Whenever me and Navin got into a fight, I was always the one to blame, always the one wrong, huh?” “ALWAYS!” Heather was shaking with anger now, and her mother had gone pale. Her brother was at the doorway, terrified. “Yes, you're right. I never wanted you as a daughter. It was all your father’s idea, having a pesky little daughter like you” Her Mother said. Heather was sobbing now. “T-there, you s-said it. Fine then, if you don't want me. I’ll leave then, I’ll leave!” “FINE, LEAVE!” Her mother threw her backpack at her. “LEAVE, LEAVE MY HOUSE!” Heather snatched her backpack along with her letter and ran out of the house. Only when she was outside in the cold, bitter winter night did she realize what she’d do. She had spilled out the thing that had kept her depressed all these years, She had gone out of control. And now she was homeless.
Rushing out of her classroom, Heather Jones pushed her way out to the exit. She glanced at her watch. 2:30, she knew she was late. She ran through the streets and flung her house door open breathlessly. What happened next was a frightening surprise for Heather. Her Mom rushed to the front door and pointed at the living room, her face red. “Explain. This. To. Me.” Now that Heather had paid more attention to the background, she saw that letters were piled in her living room. Surprised, she took of her shoes and went into the living room. She grabbed a letter and flipped it over. On it said, “To Heather Jones, Skylane #6.” She ripped it open, reading it through numerous times, not sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. The Blue Games had promoted her into actually playing in it, since the third player had gotten an attack of chickenpox. Heather looked hopefully at her Mother, but her eyes said it all. “No”. She sneered. It was impossible to resist that moment, and she didn’t even have time to think about her dad. She threw the letter on the ground, and burst into tears. “You never let me do anything! I was a mistake to you, weren’t I?” “You never wanted me as a child, did you? Whenever me and Navin got into a fight, I was always the one to blame, always the one wrong, huh?” “ALWAYS!” Heather was shaking with anger now, and her mother had gone pale. Her brother was at the doorway, terrified. “Yes, you're right. I never wanted you as a daughter. It was all your father’s idea, having a pesky little daughter like you” Her Mother said. Heather was sobbing now. “T-there, you s-said it. Fine then, if you don't want me. I’ll leave then, I’ll leave!” “FINE, LEAVE!” Her mother threw her backpack at her. “LEAVE, LEAVE MY HOUSE!” Heather snatched her backpack along with her letter and ran out of the house. Only when she was outside in the cold, bitter winter night did she realize what she’d do. She had spilled out the thing that had kept her depressed all these years, She had gone out of control. And now she was homeless.
