"I don't care if you've already paid for it, Haylie! You are not going to that boarding school!" My mom shouted at me.

"Why not?" I screamed back at her.

"Because I said so!"

"I already have everything set up! I. Am. Going!"

"You're only sixteen! You cannot go by yourself."

"Mom, it's a freaking boarding school! Of course I can go by myself." That's the point. I added silently.

"Well that doesn't matter, because you're not going anyway."

"Ugh! Whatever!"

I'd had this fight with my mom so many times, and there was no way in hell that I was giving in. The first day of school at Twilight River Academy was the day after tomorrow, and since my best friend and I wanted to get there tomorrow, we had to leave tonight. Not a problem.

I turned and stomped up the stairs defiantly.

"You get back here young lady!" My mom ordered.

Why? Are you not done yelling at me yet? I thought towards her as I walked away.

When I got to my room, I slammed and locked my door so she wouldn't bug me anymore. I had everything I needed for my escape.

Rummaging through my unnecessaily big closet, I found my 5 piece orange suitcase kit and ripped them open angrily, still aggravated from my fight with my mom.

All my skinny jeans, consisting of practically colour/print you can think of, went in the first bag, along with all of the shirts that would fit, making sure a specific few got in there. The second bag was any other clothes that would fit, especially my shoes.

In the back to the closet was my jar full of money on the top shelf behind anything and everything. I'd been saving since I was eleven, when I first had the ideas of ditching this hell hole as soon as I could. I'd gotten to 14,000, even after paying for the school.

That was stuffed into bag number three, along with my bathroom stuff and a few books. I silently thanked God I had my own bathroom.

There was a hesitant knock on my door. "Haylie?" It was my little sister, Sara.

"Sara? What the hell do you want?"

"Um... I-I... Can I come in?" She stuttered. I was never harsh with her, and she was kind of a wimp anyway.

I sighed. Should I trust my 8 year old sister not to tell her mommy about me running away? After some serious consideration, I hurried to my door, unlocked it, yanked her by her wrist, and closed the door and locked it behind her.

"What was that for?" She complained.

"Sorry, I don't really want Mom in here right now."


"I'm not really in the best mood with her. Plus... she'd keep me from packing."

"Oh, you're leaving then, right?"

"Yeah, Sara, I'm sorry." I said again, and continued packing, stuffing in my laptop, iPod Touch, cell phone, portable DVD player, school stuff, and so on. My roll up ladder was in the closet too, and I hung it out the window after retrieving it. It was a lot easier than lowering myself down with all these bags. I dropped my suitcases quietly out the window and carefully lowered my acoustic guitar in it's case down after. After putting my car keys in my pocket, I turned to Sara and crouched down so I could look her straight in the eye.

"I want you to listen to me for a second, Sara. Don't tell Mom about any of this, alright? She doesn't need to know anything, nothing at all. Not like she'd care too much anyway," I added to myself. "Do you understand?" I asked. She nodded. "Good, thank you. I need to go pick up Alex. I love you." I hugged her tightly for a few seconds and told her to go back to her room. When she was gone, I slid skillfully down the ladder hanging out my window. I added it to one of the bags when I pulled it down. I might need it later.

I wasn't allowed to park in the driveway, so my Jeep was always parked on the curb to the left of the driveway. It was gorgeous, rugged, black, and surprisingly quiet; thanks to some work I'd had done on it (I have my connections). I threw my stuff in the back and jumped into the driver's seat. I never looked back at my old house, no longer my home, as I pulled away from the curb and sped down the street.

All I had to do was get to Alex's house, then get both of us to the school. The problem I had to deal with now? Alex's mom didn't want her to go either. Time to break her out.