To escape the clutches of bullying, Charlotte finds herself leaving home. Once on the road, Charlotte, find herself at a barber shop a couple of towns over. After cutting off her locks, she takes upon the name Charlie.
Knowing of relatives in Kentucky, Charlie finds herself down south thinking it would be safe to board with family. Complications arise and Charlie finds herself leaving a home for a second time.
I didn’t look like I came from the city. At least I don’t think I did. My hair was nice and flat as normal and I had on a purple tank top underneath my zip up sweatshirt, perhaps she thinks all New Yorkers look like they are immune to heat. But whatever, I couldn’t have brought anything bulky, bringing my sweatshirt was risky enough. Thankfully it wasn’t a sweatshirt that I could be identified with easily.
Was I really doing this? Was I really running away. I’m a horrible person, I can’t believe that I’m doing this considering the fact that my brother had just committed suicide and my younger brother was still dealing with multiple personality disorder. What the hell is going to happen now that I’m gone?
I couldn’t over think it, if I thought about it too much I’d want to go home. I’d feel guilty and the guilt would eat at me until I went back home. They had no way of contacting me either, I didn’t bring my cell phone, and as much as I wanted to be connected to the world, I didn’t bring my laptop either. I didn’t even bring a bag that I could carry my electronics in.
Thinking of how I’d be able to check anything made me realize, if I check anything they’ll be able to track me to where I am. That means no Facebook, no Twitter, and no Tumblr. They knew everything, and if I checked any of my accounts I’d be dead. Police would be on my trail, or at least attempting to be on my trail, enough as it was. There would be no response to my emails either. Not that I got anything important, but I was applying for a volunteer role at my old elementary school.