She’s a Little Runaway…

A:N/ I’m not sure if this is good or not. IT was just an idea that I had. I’m not sure if I’m going to continue. So I deiced to let the readers deiced. If you think I should continue please tell me in a review.

Chapter One—

On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes

I stood in front of the house my old worn black back pack in hand and my electric Gibson Sunburst guitar in a gig bag on my back. The rain plastering my long black hair to my face.

Sighing I took one last look and ran as fast as I could.

I guess I should tell you who I am.

My name is Rain Frog; with long black hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes and long limbs I looked just like the person I hated the most in this world. My mother.

She’s a heroin addict that cares more about her hair brush then her husband and her only child. When I was ten my father left with another woman, that’s when she started drinking and becoming abusive, seven years later here I am running away.

When I was eleven I found an old beat up acoustic guitar in the trash. It belonged to this teenaged boy that lived with his mother. He saw me picking it up and taught me to play. He was like a big brother. His mother was a hooker and never home so we always made each other feel better when it came to our issues with our mothers. When ever it got to bad at home I could always go over there. But when I was fourteen he went on a trip to Santa Carla with some friends, he went on a walk alone and never came back. His mother went into a depression and killed herself a year later. Besides this old lady that I guessed was her mother, I was the only one at her funeral.

When I was sixteen I stole my electric guitar. I walked into a local music store with an empty hard shell case. I knew the old owner kept the guitar picks in the back so I asked to see them. And when he was gone I put the Sunburst into the empty case. Then the manager came back, I paid for three picks then left carrying out my new guitar.

Now I’m running away to my cousins in Santa Carla, Edgar and Allan Frog. I hope they’ll take me in, I haven’t seen them since me and Edgar were five and Allan was three.

All I can remember about that was Edgar showing me this vampire comic and talking about vampires.

When I reached the bus stop I got out my money and waited silently.

A few minutes later the bus finally arrived.

I gave the bus driver my money.

It was late at night and I was the only one on the bus.

“So where you going little Miss?” the bus driver asked.

“Santa Carla” I told him.

“Ah I see. Yeah, I get a lot of kids coming on this bus going to Santa Carla. A lot of them go missing up there. It is the murder capital of the world. Be careful up there”

I nodded, he knew I was a run away.

“Get comfortable, Santa Carla is a Five hour drive” he said smiling.

I nodded a again then soon found myself in a deep sleep.

“Little Miss, wake up. Were at Santa Carla”

I woke up to find myself lying across the seats using my guitar as a pillow, still the only person on the bus.

“Thanks” I mumbled and walked off the bus.

I remembered that they lived above a comic book store, but now I wasn’t sure. I would just have find that store and see if they still lived there.

Santa Carla sure was an interesting place. There seemed to be a lot of runaways and freaks.

I searched the rest of the night and all day. I was just about to give up when I found it the next night.

I just hoped that this was the right comic book store.

I walked in, there was a few people looking around and three boys were looking at a map and talking quietly.

I recognized two of them as Edgar and Allen, but the boy with the colorful goofy looking clothes didn’t seem familiar.

I walked up to them. They continued to whisper and didn’t seem to realize that I was there.

I cleared my throat a few times. They still didn’t look up or seem to know I was there.

“Excuse me” I said after a few more seconds.

Then Edgar looked up.

“Rain?” he asked looking a bit surprised. Good he at least remembered me.

“Yeah, hey Edgar” I said.

Allen looked up.

There was a moment of silence and Edgar hissed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Good to see you to cuz” I joked.

“No, I mean. Your mom called here yesterday, said you ran away. Told us to call her if we saw you” he explained.

I suddenly felt very worried. I hadn’t seen them since I was five, how could I be sure I could trust them?

“You’re not going to tell her, are?” I asked worriedly.

“No, are you crazy! no offence but your moms a crack head” Allen said suddenly.

“None taken, that’s why I ran away” I said smirking.

Then the boy in the weird clothes cleared his throat.

“Rain, this Sam. Sam this is our cousin Rain” Edgar explained.

“Hi” Sam said sticking out his hand.

“Hey” I said shaking it.

“Do you have any where to stay?” Edgar asked a hint of concern flickering in his eyes for only a moment.

“No” I answered.

“Tell ya what, you can stay here if you help us look after the store” Edgar offered.

“Alright” I said grinning.