리틀팍스

My father used to say I was a free bird, in which can acheive and do many things. and I guess he was right. 

 When he mentioned that we were going to move to Hardin, Illinois, and leave San Francisco, California behind, I was beyond terrified. Hardin was a place I NEVER heard about except maybe on weather forcasts, but that's just a MAYbe. I am not being judgemental, but from my view, Hardin was a stinking country, which I never thought would go live in.

 Only THE most pooriest leaves there, I thought when I heard father say that. I first thought it was a joke or something because me and my friends, Emily and Julia, often joked about Illinois. 

 I should explain right away that I am a girl from wealth and luxury. I go to an expensive boarding school, and take expensive art, horseback riding, ballet, and three other lessons after school. But I usually leave some time for gossiping with my best friends, Emily and Julia, their nicknames - as I call them - Emy and Jul. I call them three times a week - Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday - and meet them at the mall every Saterday morning, at 8 A.M. sharp. I am quite deliberate unlike girls my age, which people often overlook, but is really important.

 And that is exactly what I did - not the part about overlooking my deliberate personality, but about the part I call my friends - when my father declared this stupid moving to Hardin, Illinois. 

 I thought Emily was surprised to get a call from me on a Sunday evening, for I had never broke my call-rules - see above - except once when my mother and father divorced. 

 "Hello?" the voice of Emily sizzled out of the phone like a fat balloon with the tip not bounded and letting it's air out, and by doing so, flying around like a wild bird.

 "Emy! I'm so confused at this moment! Are you available to chat?" I said in a misarable and desperate voice, like shouting that the sky was falling.

 Emiily was quiet for a second before answering, "Mom says I can call a few minutes. So what's the problem?"

 I blurted out everything to her. She listened quietly while I spoke and at last she said, "Seriously, Vany, are you sure you're not joking like the last time you called? 'Cause I'm not in a mood to joke right now."

 "No-this is 100 percent true!" I cried out, almost in tears. "I need a reason to stay in San Francisco, but I don't know what!" I said, frantically bitting on my lower lip

 "Look. I know you're miserable at this time, but you'll get over it. And Hardin can't be THAT bad you know. I can be good. Maybe you'll meet handsome boys. Oh, if you do, please tell them my signiture and phone number."

 "Wait! I'm serious here! Emy!" I practically yelled into the phone, but Emy had already hung up. "I can't just believe she hung up on me!" I muttered bitterly as I dialed Julia.

 Unlike Emily, Julia had some time getting my call. I waited impatiently as I began bitting my finger nails. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Julia answered my call.

 "Vany?" she said, also sounding confused like Emily.

 "Jul! I'm so glad you called!" I said.

 "Um...I thought you called me?" Julia said. 

 "What does it matter! Right now, I'm in a serious situation and I need your help, ASAP!" I thought my voice sounded scared and helpless, a traid I usually try not to show. but there was no time to think about it.

 Julia stayed silent on the other side so long that I thought she had hung up. But as I was about to hung up, Julia's excited voice rang out. "Vany! Vany! Guess what? Alex asked me out!" 

 "Jul..." my voice trailed off as Julia went on and on about her Alex. I wanted to yell, "So? You're precious Alex asked you out, huh? You're so excited about a stupid date when you're best friend is indangered to go to a stinking old countryside? Big deal!" I was so tempted to march over to Julia's house and slap her in the face, but I knew I can't. So instead of slapping, I asked Julia if I could come over for a few days. Julia said yes, since her parents have took a world tour for a week and will probably coming back next week. I felt a little bit sorry for her 'cause she didn't even have a clue about what she was saying, and all the consequences it will bring. Still, my plan was on. I would sneak out at night and spend a week at Julia's, keeping all of these secret to my father until I come back. To sum up my paln, I was going to run away from home, also called RAFH.

 Here, I should explain once again that I am a girl used to luxury and wealth. NOT a type of girl who goes around singing in the woods, catching worms with bare hands, or living with animals on a farm. Those kind of girls are dirty and poor kinds, a complete difference from wealthy girls like ME. Dragging me to that countryside is like torturing me with sharp niddles and then laughing cruelly, enjoying me suffer. I would rather DIE than go live in that countryside, but since I had another choice than dying - RAFH - I decided to take that choice. RAFH is like putting a fish infront of a cat. And RAFH is so easy and fun too. I can go enjoy sleep-overing at my best friends house and by doing so, freaking my father out. Then he would, or should let me stay at San Francisco 'cause he will understand how desperate I am to stay here, even risking running off. This all seem like a excuse for upsetting my dad by running away, but what other choice do I have except dying?