Carla Tinnock stared wearily at the ceiling of her attic bedroom, and quietly listened to the sound of early risers eating breakfast in the lobby. She was remembering her mother from ten years ago.
"Growing up in your aunt's hotel is one of the worst things that could happen to you Carla, but I just can't afford to feed you darlin'." Her mother hadn't been able to hold in her melancholy. Tears had trickled down her face. " Honey, come back to me, but when you do, please don't be prissy like that aunt of yours ." Then Carla, only five years old, walked to the carriage so the carriage master could help her inside. "Goodbye my darlin'," her mother had said,"And good luck." With that, the carriage rattled away.
"And now I'm stuck here," grouched Carla, her weariness suddenly gone. She remembered their cozy cottage, the sheep pen, the chicken coop, and the pasture for the two cows, Hilda and Jack. And what a wonderful place the apple orchard had been in the evening. There was also that nice calico kitten that she had found stuck up the maple tree. Carla sighed, she would never be able to see any of that again. Unless... Carla jumped off her bed. "Unless I run away," she said to herself.
She flung her hiking backpack down off the top shelf of her closet and packed her toothbrush and a small first aid kit. She snuck downstairs into the kitchen and packed what she hoped would be enough for the trip.
She looked in one last time at the early risers, which now included that rich lady from California that had checked in yesterday. She went out onto the back porch where the ladies drank iced tea and over the little fence that went all the way around the hotel.
She turned around to look at the big French doors. "Goodbye," she whispered, and without looking back, turned into the woods.
