I'm a reckless person, that's a well known fact. So when I ran away from home at age 17 my parents weren't surprised. After all, I'd done it before many, many times. In fact, my parents had completely given up on trying to look for me when I ran. I always think that they must have thought, "we'll just wait a few days, she'll come home, she always does." I could just imagine their shock when I didn't return home within a few weeks like I normally did. Of course by the time they realized I wasn't coming home it was too late, but they didn't know that.They told the cops, put up flyers, all the typical things you do for a normal missing persons case, but it was pointless, once I left that small town in Washington, I never looked back. I wasn't a normal missing persons case, I wasn't kidnapped or anything, I had left on my own free will. I know what you're all thinking, "her parents must have been terrible!" But it's not like l had a terrible, abusive home. My parents worked hard to get my brothers and I everything we wanted, from new phones to rare pets, if we asked they'd so anything in their power to get it for us. They just couldn't give me the one thing l really wanted, my freedom. They got as close as they could though, with unlimited data, not bugging me about bad grades, giving me my dream car, a 1997 dodge Ram, but it just wasn't the freedom I craved, so I left.
That was nearly 5 years ago, I'm now 22 years old and living the happy life of crime in North Dakota, and I haven't given my parents a thought since then. Sure I missed my 3 brothers, we were all really close. And my best friend Finn was probably pissed at me for leaving him. My twin brother Aleksi, my ginger counterpart, my exact opposite, the golden boy, is most likely on his 4th year of college by now or married to his old girlfriend Melissa. I hated her, my parents thought she was perfect. My little brother Sacha, the 6ft 4, platinum blonde giant, was my best friend, he would be 19 now, and on to his senior year in high school, unless he dropped out, which wouldn't surprise me. He was never the best at school. And then there's my baby brother, Viktor, he's now 15 and would probably be in his sophomore year of high school. He was tan like our mother and blonde like our father, he looked like a surfer but didn't act the part. I bet he's wondering where his sister is… But I can't tell them I'm okay. If I did I'd just get sucked back into Custer and never get out.
At least that's what I thought…