Can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving.
Can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving.I slammed my journal shut and reached into the bottom of my jewelry box where I keep my babysitting money. Shoved the few dollars I had into my big suede purse with the fringe, along with a t-shirt, undies, and my diary.
Mom and Ronny were gone, at the Country Club or something like that. No, I wasn’t babysitting Kyle, he’s fourteen now and doesn’t need it. Anyhow, he was staying the night at Rick’s.
I thought about calling my real dad. Maybe this time he’d come around. I actually dialed his number. Hung up when she answered. She wouldn’t want me there. No one wanted me.
sheSheI did call Lisa to tell her my plan. Her voice got all high and excited as I outlined how I’d do it. She promised to bring me food and s**t.
