I changed into black exercise shorts and a green, high-necked tank top that matched my green eyes and kept my necklace hidden. I didn’t have to change into a sports bra since I was already wearing one. I only own sports bras. I never knew when I’d have to make a run for it, so I didn’t bother with clothes that could slow me down. I quickly threw my long, blonde hair into a low braid so it would stay out of my face and in place—I hated when a long, free ponytail whipped around and stung my eyes—then made my way downstairs.
My current foster mom, Lucy, worked a lot, but she always left notes around the house, usually in the kitchen or on the front door. I hadn’t needed to leave her a note yet, since I hadn’t left the house other than going to school. This was the first time I was leaving th
