Young Writers Society

"There she is!" I brushed a strand of brown hair out of my face, glancing to my right, to see a herd of classmates approaching. "Get her!" they yell. If I were to jump out of my tree now, I could make a dash for it and hopefully escape. I tuck my book into my satchel an jump out of the old oak tree. my bright blue eyes wide with terror. As usual, I veer left and attempt to hop the fence, but they're waiting for me."Now lets think rationally about this," I say nervously, "no need for physically violence." They seem to disagree with me, and close in. "There's nowhere to run now, Samantha." they say. " I go by Sam," I say, "and there is." I scale the fence again, but this time, I run to the other side of the park. Seeing as how they aren't as fast as me, I outrun them. I sprint out the gates, and back home.

When  I get there, my mom is waiting. "Crud," I mutter under my breath,"I'm really sorry I forgot about movie night, it won't happen again." She doesn't flinch. "Sam," she says loudly, "this is the last time you 'forget' about our family events, you're grounded! No more books, no more friends (as if), and no more park!" The last one really hits me. How could she do this to me! She knows that I have ADD, of course I got distracted! "I'm sick and tired of you attitude young lady, and if I had just given you away when I had the chance, life would be SO much easier!" I run up to my room passing my little sister Lacie and my younger brother Gabe on the way up. They don't understand, no one does.

Later that night, I start to rummage through my things. If i'm not wanted here, then I guess I'll just leave. I pack my suitcase, and head down the stairs. The front door opens, and I'm gone. I start for the park, but that's the first place they would look. I turn and run for the mountains. I heard that there were some abandoned houses there, and hopefully the rumors would be true. It took me the full night to trek that mountain before coming across any old cabins. When I did though, it was worth it.

There was an old cabin, in fairly good shape. It had obviously been abandoned a while back. There was no sign of life, but there was a bed. I placed my suitcase on the floor, and turned on the lights, which surprisingly still worked. I cleaned up my new house, and started to unpack my suitcase. I had brought about 3 months worth of food, but I still new were the key to our house was hidden. While putting my toiletries in the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror. My brown hair lay limp and tangled on my head. My bright blue eyes, once full of life, seemed dead. The freckles that were scattered across my face appeared to  be dirt. This might not be ideal, but it was better than home.

*3 years later*

I walked along the streets freely, knowing that having died my hair red, and gained a curved body, they would never recognize me. True, my job at Burger King hadn't held up, but it had gotten me this far. At the age of 15, I felt independent and free, and I had my drivers permit! I stopped inside a restroom to freshen up. I was the only one there, so I began to sing to myself.

Come on and let your true self shooow

I believe that you can glooooow

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I rushed outside and was stopped by a hand before I could leave. A wave of fear rushed over me, but then I realized that I had never seen this man before. "Can I help you?" I asked."I'm J.J. Wezz, the record dealer, was that you singing?" I blushed. "You heard that?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. "I would like to offer you a record deal, right here, right now. What do you say?" I was a bit skeptical of the strange man. "Umm... I don't really...I mean... I know who you are.... What?" I mumbled. This was NOT real. This was some stalker/pervert. A look of realization dawned on his face. "Oh! Right, you think I'm some stalker!" He smacked his forehead. "Here's proof that it's, like, really me." He pulled out his phone and flashed me pictures of him and Snoop Dog, Ke$ha, Justin Beiber, etc. etc. I smiled feverishly. "Here's my card, call me up when you've made your mind." I took the card from his outstretched arm, and shoved it into my pocket. I knew this marked the beginning of my new life.

*3 more years later*

After becoming the new hot thing, I began my tour. Starting in London, then the great outback, and then my home town, Seattle. I saw many new faces, and some old faces. They all chanted my new name, Scarlet, even after 3 years I still wasn't used to it. J.J. and I had become filthy rich. I didn't know at the time if this was a good thing or not. On one hand, I was an 18 year old millionaire, but in the other, I felt guilty. I knew that my family needed the money, but I just hadn't seen them, until tonight that is

I had just  finished one of my concerts, and was waling past fans. I smiled, waved, and occasionally signed autographs. I grabbed an outstretched pen and notebook that was being angled towards me. "Who should I autograph this for?" I asked. "Gabe and Lacie." They replied. I looked at them, and saw my younger siblings. I realized that I had missed 6 years of their life. I felt horrible, but I signed it anyways. 'To Gabe and Lacie,' I wrote 'love from Scarlet/Sam.' I handed it back to them, knowing I would be coming home tonight. I handed the notebook back to them, and wiped tears from  my eyes, dashing for my limousine.

Later that night, I came home. My security guards tried to accompany me on my "jog", but i refused. When I arrived, I creaked open the door and shuffled up to my bedroom. I marveled at what my siblings had done to it. They had not converted it into a playroom ,like I had expected, but a mystery room. Blurry photos of me, and people that looked like me, were pinned on the walls and connected by strings. Right in the middle, was my autograph. I burst into tears, and they ran into my room. "Sam!" they screamed in unison. "Where is mom?" I asked. "She got taked away," Lacie replied, "the men said we wouldn't have to worry 'bout her anymore!" I cried tears of sadness and joy, glad to be home. Home, sweet, some.