The Escape by Alexis Renee' Chavers (best beach reads of all time .TXT) 📕

I woke to a sound of clanging. "Get dressed." Destin told me. I got some clothes and changed. My name is Serenity I am 17 years old. Tonight is the night, I run away from my abusing mother. "Do you have our shoes, accessories, and keys to my electric scooter?” “Do you have our shoes, accessories, and keys to my electric scooter?” She mocked me, adding a nasal condition a didn‘t have. “I’m not kidding!” I screamed. “Sorry, god! I was just picking” she screamed back. She grabbed the two suitcases and walked out the motel room into the forest, throwing my keys on the ground. I got them, and started my scooter, then followed Destin. She kept walking, taking lefts and rights. Going straight and taking curves. Finally she stopped I looked up and saw our old tree house. The stairs were even still there, looking new as ever. Destin carefully walked up the steps. I parked my electric scooter and followed her quietly. “She kept ignoring her sister.” I said sarcastically. However, she just kept walking. Soon I couldn't see her anymore. I walked a couple more feet. Then I saw our old Christmas lights up hanging around the tree. The roof looked brand new. In addition, the rug we put down a couple years ago didn't look to bad. The only things in the tree house were three windows with home-made curtains and some sleeping bags. Plus two dressers made out of a type of clay. “I remember dad you and me always slept in here and played board games.” I said. However, of course Destin did not say a word. Sometimes I hate being the younger sister. “Look, I’m sorry.” I told Destin. “I know you are I just wanted to hear you say It.” she laughed like she was telling the truth, but her eyes were still burning with bitterness. “Truce?” I asked her. “Bring it in, Dork.” she giggled then spread out her arms and hugged me so tight I almost couldn’t breath. Now, it was about 8:30, Jessica should be getting home right about…now. Destin and I boarded up the windows, and locked the door with a latch, our father made when we were very little. Destin spread out our sleeping bags and took out our pillows she threw in our suitcases, as I checked through a tiny hole in a window facing our ‘HOUSE’, A.K.A., hotel room. Nothing suspicious, time for bed. “Love you, sis. Goodnight.” I told Destin as I climbed into our sleeping bags. She must be asleep. I thought. And as if she read my mind, she replied, “Night Serene.” Destin was the only person who called me that. Serene, is sleepy I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and that was that.


***LATER THAT MORNING ***
The next morning I woke up, I did not see Destin, and the tree-house door was un-latched. I looked at myself for a second. I was still dressed in my everyday. I walked out the tree house door, with our suitcases packed up again and ran down the stairs and hopped on my scooter, after tying the suitcases to it. I already knew where Destin would be, the Central Park. I started to remember our dad used to take us there. I started my scooter and headed off. On my way I heard something ring. I took it out my pocket and found my purple razor, Destin must’ve put it in my pocket when she left. I remember Jessica took it about, two years ago. I answered my phone. It was my best friend, Justin Jackson. “Serenity?” Justin asked. “You there?” “Um, yeah.” I answered awkward. “Where are you?” he asked concerned and worried. “Don’t worry, mom, I’m ok.” I said laughing. “Why aren’t you at school, class starts in an hour.” he asked. First of all it’s summer. I’m going to tell him later though. Justin is cute, and completely nerdy, with his brown-black hair. I thought. “Promise you won’t freak out or be mad?” I asked. “You know I can’t be mad at you. You’re my best friend since pre-pre-k.” he laughed fakely. “True,” I said. “Well, uh” I paused. “I’m leaving New York with my little sister. Remember, Destin?” I explained. “Are you crazy! Leaving, your not going to wait until your 18 to leave her?” he replied, confusingly. “Yes, I am crazy. And no, I’ll be legal, your right but Destin won’t and just last week Jessica pushed her into a wall, and bruised her right arm.” I said, holding back my tears of wariness. he asked curious and worried. “So, I mean she’s got Karter to think about. Is she really going to leave him?” “He broke up with her Sunday, Justin!” I said. “I just-” he paused. “Don’t want you and her to get hurt, that’s all. Tell me where are you going?” he asked. Stupid scooter, so freaking loud always telling everybody, I’m not home. “Central Park.” I said hesitating. “O.K., don’t go anywhere.” “Don’t come you’ll get in trouble, and I love you too much for that to happen.” I said. But her already hung up. Finally I made it to Central Park, with all our bags. I saw my sister nowhere! I looked all around the park. I looked over at the streets. At the graveyard, there she was. I thought. I creped up behind the girl, she was crying. “Destin, is that you, why are you crying?” I asked sincerely. She pointed at the grave. It was named John Perne. Our.......dad he died 12-2-98. I was 8. Destin was 9. Destin looked at me. Her mascara was smeared all over her face. I got the end of my shirt and try to get all of it off. But it just stayed on her face. Like glue. Destin smiled. I felt a light touch on my cheek. It was Justin. “Hey Justin.” “Hey.” he said. I hugged him. He stood there hugging me back and soon enough kissed me on the cheek. I pulled Destin off the ground, wiped all the dirt and grass off her rose red dress and just stood. “Well, then, you ready?” he asked us. “What do you mean ready, Justin?” I asked curious. “To go.” he answered. “You’re coming with me!” I screamed happily. Destin frowned. I looked at her. I looked back at Justin. “I mean with US!” I said cheerful and awkward. “C'mon.” he said. He put his arm around me. We both started walking. Destin following closely behind. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To my car.” Justin replied. “Wait! I forgot my scooter and bags.” I said. “I put them in the trunk when you were helping your sister wipe off the mascara and failed to.” he answered and bragged. “Oh.” I said feeling like an idiot. We got into the S.U.V. And drove off. “Where are we going?” I asked. “A hotel." Justin said. I took out my phone. It said today was Sunday. “Um…Justin, my phone says its Sunday, how would we be late for class?” I asked.

happened?" I asked. "She climbed through the window, there." she said pointing to the nearest window above her bed. "What happened after that?" I asked her curious. "Well, she took out a gun and pointed it at my brain." she said making a gun with her hands. "How did she die?" I asked her finally. "I." She stopped her self. "It's ok, you can tell your aunt and me." I told her putting her down. "I." she paused. "I, threw the phone at her head and then she dropped the gun and fell on my bed. I screamed then took the gun and shot her twice and ran to my closet." she explained. I gave Amy a worried look. “Am I in trouble?” she asked. “Of course not. But please do not have me worried like that.” I said putting her hair behind her ear. “Ok, momma.” she replied. “Amy, will you please watch Ally, I just can’t bear her getting hurt. Whatever that woman wants from Serenity, she wants me dead when she does it.” I said after her and I cleaned up Ally’s room, and buried the woman. “Of course. If that assassin was bad, those people are probably going to send an even better one, that can’t be killed so easily.” she replied. “Yeah but I don’t know what to do.” I said frustrated. “You could start with finding Serenity and Justin. Before the other people do. I don’t know what to say or do if something happened to Serenity. You know what I mean?” she said. “Yeah, I do. I guess that would be a good start. I tracked where Justin was on my laptop, so pack Ally up and I’ll go check my computer, deal?” I said. “Deal.” she agreed. Amy and I walked into the house and I went into my bedroom, making sure windows were locked and my bedroom door was open. I sat down at my sparkling silver desk and opened my laptop. Then finally breathed slowly, in and out. The page loaded within seconds. I took out a note and a pen. Then read his address. [Justin Jake Jackson] Address: ‘1320 Pine Field Road’. Yes! 1320 Pine Field Road, Remember Destin! Okay now remembered. After I printed out Justin’s address I helped Ally pack all her clothes up. Her bed, dresser, and all of her belongings went in the back of Amy’s truck, so no one could use her fingerprints to find her. We got all our important stuff out the house also, everything that meant something to us. Then we burned it to smithereens. “Mom, will I ever see you again?” Ally asked. “Of course, mommy just has to go on a business trip. Now, listen don’t talk to strangers, and always stay with Aunt Amy.” I ordered her. “Yes mam. But what if Auntie tells me to run?” she asked. “Then you run.” Amy told her. “As fast as your little legs can!” I finished tickling her.