Chapter 1, Part 1

Thank you for following, Emmy. Remember to comment, everyone! I did this a long time ago, so it's kind of bad, but I promise the writing will get better!

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They were fighting again. Terrible, hurtful words clashing against each other, weaving into the thick tapestry of profanity hanging above our living room.
I tried to block it out, cover it up. No use. If only they weren't so loud...
I began packing a bag. Clothes for tomorrow, pajamas, hairbrush. What was I missing? Deodorant, my little laptop and it's power cord, and my binder. I grabbed a Post-it and wrote a quick note to my quarreling parents. "At Emily's for the night, be back by noon tomorrow, if you even care. Amanda" I smiled. That'd get their attention. I'd waltz in at 11:45 and be showered in hugs, a new book or two, and hopefully a new sketchpad. It would all be superficial, and last less than 24 hours, but it felt nice while it was there.
I stuck the note onto my bedroom door, and went into the bathroom to get my toothbrush.
Stowing my toiletries in my backpack, I opened the window above my bed and stuffed it out onto the roof. After I had managed to squeeze out, I donned the backpack and scooted to the edge of the roof and stood up, grabbing the large tree limb above me.
Climbing down in record time, I grabbed my bike from the back porch and mounted it, ready to ride to Emily's.
"Fighting again, huh?"
I whirled around, nearly falling off my bike. "Oh, Ms. Elitemen*!" I gasped. "It's you."
"Unless it's not." she chuckled. "So. Wanna answer my question? Not that it really needs answering, the way they're going at it."
"Oh. Um, yeah. I'm just going to Emily's for the night. I'm sorry if they're disturbing you."

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*Pronounced eh-LEET-eh-mehn.