The runaway runs away.... 31

Rebecca has a plan she will work out very soon. She walks around the camp trying to be busy. She sees her parents on their chairs, meditating. She knows she needs to also, but she has a fire inside her head and she cannot do any such thing. She has walked around the forest until she gets the right spot to put her bike. She is not going to take anymore of this. She hates school. It’s so hot and so boring. She could care less about the Human Race. It’s been gone for so long and never coming back. What could she care if they were even a bit smart?

All of a sudden she smelled hamburgers. They very seldom ate much meat that you bought at the store. Her dad was always out in the forest talking to the animals and thanking one for giving us dinner. This idea made her smile and her heart tugged. As she sat in the forest making her plans, her stomach began to churn. She walked near the campsite and peered in.

She was hungry, but she could see her mother still there by the table. She did not feel like she could sit by her right now.

Her stealth was new and fresh. To stow away and take on a new life was exciting and one she had wanted for some time. She never had a chance prior to this. Of course she never had a desire like this before. Her bike was ready. She pulled it out and took it to the sidewalk.

She stopped and checked her pockets. Yup, she had the money she had taken out of her mother’s purse earlier that day. It was enough to do whatever she wanted. In a young teenager’s mind that is all they need. She drove off feeling the wind in her face. She still could smell her dad’s cooking and she had another tug at her heart. She pushed it away and looked ahead. The street was in front of her and life could not be better. She patted her backpack and felt the matchbooks

'REBECCA’ was called over and over. He walked to the street and called her. He searched the area and could not locate her. He stopped and sat on the bench and waited until calm hit him. He sat and tried to locate her. A feeling of concern was what he felt. He frowned. ‘This is not what Patty needs now.’ He walked back, dreading what he had to tell her. It was not a well received.

Her heart broke and she began to sob and carry on.