Please please read and review! Give me your honest opinion if I should keep writing or not. This is my first fanfiction so please be real. (: This is written in Nate's point of view and I sadly don't own any of the characters or events that happen (even though I wish I did) since this all belongs to Sarah Dessen. This is just the intro...
The first time I had saw Ruby was when she was trying to run away. I mean, I thought she was running away since she was trying to jump across the fence that separated my house to Jamie and Cora's house.
I was doing my nightly swim routine- the one where I could finally do my deepest thinking and get away from it all. The pain, yelling, the orders, Heather, everything. I could get away from everything when I was swimming. I couldn't hear anything except my thoughts and the faint sound of music playing from my speakers. It relaxed me. There was nothing else to say.
That night I swimming as usual in the pool of Blake's backyard. Blake. As in my dad. It always felt weird calling him dad since he wasn't exactly what I would call a dad.
A dad was supposed to be a person who'd support what you did and would go to all your swim meets. A dad was a person who would watch sports or play sports with you. Blake had been the opposite of all those things. Ever since my parents had gotten a divorce Blake had been, well irrational. He had always wanted me to work with him for his business "Rest Assured". If I wasn't I wasn't supposed to be swimming or doing homework, I was supposed to be helping him deliver things. If I was helping him work, I should've been finishing homework. I could never win. Things weren't like this in Arizona when Blake and mom were still together.
Why aren't I in Arizona instead of here at Perkins Day? The answer wasn't so simple. I was only here by force, not by choice. If I could live here alone I would, but I couldn't. It wasn't because I'm afraid or because I won't - it was cause I couldn't. I was still a minor. I'd thought about leaving, running from it all, but I never could. It was something that always made me stay, I didn't know what it was but it kept pulling me back.
I used to talk to my friends about this, I used to think that they'd understood what I was going through, but it turned out they didn't. I never told them the whole truth, I'd only tell them parts of my story, never all. When I started to go out with Heather Wainwright a month after I'd first moved from Arizona, I kept things separated; home life and school life.
Heather was one of those people who thought they could save anything. She was on almost every single council and committee, her goal was to help me. I didn't allow that to happen, after all why would I let someone else carry that big of a burden?
I'm pretty sure it was the night I met Ruby that things started to change - the way I acted, the way I thought of things... Maybe it was because she had gone through the same things. But thanks to her I'm now free, free from all of it. My story starts almost a year ago at night...