I wake up to the microwave beeping. Terrific. First day of college. Equals are not exciting. I open my eyes to see a shirtless muscular man standing in the kitchen. I jump out of bed completely awake. Panicked. The first thing I can think of is to run away. But all I ever do is run. I've been on the run since I was 13. I'm now 18. I'm in Phoenix. You're probably wondering. Why are you running? And who from? Well, I tell people why. Only if they ask me constantly. I usually avoid that question. I'm on the run because of my father. Malachai Pierce. If it isn't already obvious.

I am petrified of him. Reason 1, he abuses me. Reason 2, he has threatened to kill me. Reason 3, has put me in a hospital before. Reason 4, he drugged me, and it almost killed me according to a nurse. Reason 5, aka my least favourite reason, he's raped me. A lot. Great dad right, I know. My mother, however. Well, she's not much better. She got abused too. But didn't give a shit about me, my siblings left with my mother. My sister and brother left me. They didn't care either. Well, they did but were forced to leave me. I'm the youngest.

My grandmother suggested I go to college. I write a lot. I did go to school. The male teachers and students didn't treat me right. I don't wanna explain my life yet. It's too sad and hectic. The guy in the kitchen turns around and smiles. "You're awake. I made pancakes." I shake my head. "What's the matter?" I back up, I realise I've backed up against a wall. I grab sweatpants and a hoodie. I grab my schedule for my classes and stuff it into a bag with a few pens and notebooks. I grab the keys to the dorm room and run out leaving the door wide open.

I don't know where I'm going. But I run somewhere anyway. I hear the first bell go for the first period. I stop and rummage through my bag for my schedule. English first. Room 237. This place is huge I'll never find room 237. I go to the front of the building. When I got there there was a huge map of the campus and where the classes were. 2nd floor. I need to find the stairs though. I walked around the entire school. It's been 15 minutes. I'm so late now. I'm panicking. A lot. I don't know where I am. I find the stairs and I start to run towards them.

I'm not on the second floor. I walk through the hallway looking for 237. "235.." I whisper, "236.." My heart jumps hearing a male voice howling extremely loudly. The door number says 237. And underneath it says Mr Carlsen/English. My hands are shaking. My heart is racing back and forth. I knock on the door and open it. Everyone stares at me. "Yes?!" He shouts. "I'm sorry, I'm Rosette. I believe this is my English classroom." He smiles. "Rosette. You're 20 minutes late." I nod, "I got lost. I'm new." He rolls his eyes and points to a table in front of him. "Sit."

I rush over and sit down. "I am Mr Carlsen. Your English teacher for this semester." He smiles. "Lovely to finally have you here Rosette. Just pray you make it to Sophomore alive." My face goes red. He shuts up and starts teaching. I've no clue what he's talking about. Because I was so late. I didn't get to stay that long. When the bell goes I start to put my things away. People start snickering and muttering things under their breaths. Mr Carlsen clears his throat. "Rosie." I look up. "Everyone can leave. Except for Rosette." I start to panic. In my head.

"I'm not keeping you back because I wanna scream at you don't worry." I exhale in relief. "Just wanna tell you things not to do in my class." I nod and smile. "No smiling first off. No talking. No disobeying me. No being 20 minutes late. There's more but I can't think. You can go now." I smile and get up. That was exhausting. I don't know how though. As soon as I turn the corner to walk down the stairs, I bump into someone. "Rommie. The girl who ran away from me." I chuckle nervously. "Um, yeah."

"I'm uh, going to get food. Wanna come?" I shake my head. "Sorry. I can't." He tilts his head. "Are you scared of me?" I turn around and walk off. I avoid questions like that. I've been running for ages. It's petrifying. I run down the stairs and out to the huge garden. I'm greeted by roses. and a gorgeous archway. There's a giant water fountain in the centre. The water isn't blue. It's pink. They've dyed the colour of the water.

It's gorgeous. There are benches and tables scattered around the garden. I walk down the middle. To the second building of the campus. The building includes dorm rooms. The campus is sectioned off. One building has classrooms. the other has rooms. My room number is 523. I love the fact my room is on the top floor. There are 5 floors. I like the few. The few of Phoenix. My bedroom window is facing a cliff.

I can see the sunset and sunrise, in a perfect bird's-eye view. There's a river as well. It's blue though. Not pink. Sadly. I enjoy the view. My dorm room isn't big. But it isn't small. Right now I have nobody. I'm completely alone. All I'll end up doing is coming back here every break and lunch and writing in my diary. Yes, 18 and still writing shit in diaries. I grew up with this diary. I got more pages stapled on.

Before I left for college, my grandmother stapled a lot more pages to the back of my diary. Because I didn't have enough room. But I'll never stop writing about my shitty day in this diary. It relaxes me so I'm not panicking about my father trying to find me. I can't keep worrying about being found. He'd never even think once to check a college. He knows I write a lot. But never would he check a college.

Plus the man has no money how will he get from Florida to Phoenix? In all seriousness. I hope to dear God he does not find me here. I hope, I hope.