It's been three weeks since I moved to this town. Three weeks since I left everything behind—again.
My parents tracked me down last time. I don't know how they did it, but they showed up at Ella's apartment, dragging me back like I was some rebellious teenager who didn't know what was best for her. My stepmother didn't waste a second before reminding me why I left in the first place.
This time, I made sure they wouldn't find me. I didn't even leave Ella an address, I changed my number, so apparently there's no breadcrumbs for them to follow. It's better this way.
I don't know anyone here, but that's the point. I needed somewhere quiet, somewhere I could focus on my education without looking over my shoulder. Somewhere I could finally breathe.
But breathing doesn't pay bills, and my savings are almost gone. If I don't find a job soon, I won't even have enough to eat, let alone pay for school.
