Prologue
The uniformed woman stared questioningly and I didn't blame her. I knew I looked a sight, standing there with my small suitcase, ticket, passport and frightened eyes. "Would you like me to check your luggage?" she asked sweetly and I smiled as I nodded yes. I could feel the fear slipping away. I knew in my heart that I was making the right decision. My escape was... I wasn't really sure about what to expect. I knew this whole thing could blow up in my face or it could be the start of something extraordinary. I was praying for extraordinary. I only breathed after my passport was checked and my luggage was crawling away on the conveyor. "It's going to be better that okay," I kept reassuring myself as my mind dwelled on other things. I hated thinking of that time.
It's been two years and some months since I packed that bag with four peace-sign t-shirts, two pairs of blue jeans, my favourite blue hoodie and the tiniest jewellery box, three of my favourite books, my laptop and a few mismatched underwear items and boarded a plane heading for New York. I couldn't contain my excitement the minute my black Chucks touched down on American soil, I mean concrete.
I always refer to it as 'my great escape', but you might think of it as running away, you'd be dead right. I did run, they say admittance is always the first step. I just didn't know what I was running from or what I was running to.
this is something i wrote a while ago it was meant to be the prologue of a fanfic i had stuck in my head, but... i just kept re-writing to the point of almost burning my notes.
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