"Run away! Emily, you know you should, your life is horrible. Run away from your worries. From your terrible class mates, from your mom. Running away will solve your problems".
I've had that dream for two months now. And I'm not sure if I should. My dad was the high light of my life, once. Hew used to love me, care for me, and made me forget about school and mom.
On September 12th, 2005 he left. Two and a half years now. I can't believe I haven't gone crazy or anything like that, yet. I live in a trailer all the way up in Maine. There's this dump, people call school, I go to.
Tom goes there too. He's my neibor.

