Locked: Chapter 1

I walk in my mother’s room. She had left that morning for work as usual. Yesterday, she took my dinner and saved it for her lunch. That night, my sister complained that my stomach was growling non-stop. Was she serious? Anyway, I quickly open my mom’s drawer and grab her most expensive jewelry. I know that what I will do will hurt her. I don’t care. I’m going to sell some of the jewelry and run away. She comes home in maybe seven hours, It’s 1:00 right now.

   I run to my room and sit on my bed. My sister is in the room next door, listening to music, and she is thirteen. I’ll feel bad for leaving her behind, I know. But I’m going to leave, I have to. I grab a bunch of snacks, and stuff them into a bag. I manage to fit some clothes, my toothbrush, and some toothpaste inside. In another bag, I packed bottles of water, a ton of my mom’s money, and a knife. You never know when you have to defend yourself.

   I exit, holding both of the bags. My sister hears the door open. “Where are you going?” She asks, curiously. “It’s none of your business.” I know that if I tell her, she’ll rat me out right away. “I’m gonna call mom. I’m serious.” I don’t have time to think, but I’m a really good actor, and improv is my specialty. “Mind your business, loser, mom told me to get groceries,” I start, sounding annoyed. That is believable. My mom orders me to get stuff all the time. “Now go back to watching Paw Patrol.” I stick my tongue out at her. She didn’t question the bags, and I’m assuming that’s because sometimes my mother sends me to trade people things, and I have to bring huge bags full of things. We live in a poor town, so trading is very common here.

  Where...do I go? I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about this before. I walk in the direction of La Bodega Mejor. It’s the best place in the world. It may just seem like a normal please to get the best sandwiches, seasonings, toys, candy, and my favorite, dinner burritos, but it’s not. When I walk in, the smell of cooked bread and freshly cut meat, you start to levitate. You’re suddenly walking on Heaven. “Señor Louis!” He runs the store, and is my uncle. My only, favorite, uncle. We’re not really really related, of course, but we feel as close as that. I’m Dominican, and so is he. “¡Hola, Maris! ¿Que estas pasando?” Hey, Maris! What’s happening? My name is Maris. Many people tend to get it confused. It’s pronounced, “Ma riece.” Roll the ‘r’ a little. But I can’t explain that to everyone.

  “What’s up? How are things lately?” He asks is his funny accent. “Um...” Should I tell him? No...wait- yes! I am! He’s probably the only person in the world that will understand. “I’m...running away.” I whisper. I don’t notice I’m trembling a little until Señor Louis says it. “Really? Oh no...where are you going to stay? Did you bring your phone? Can you me from where you’re-“ I stop him. I can tell he’s worried, but I can’t afford to be worried right now. “I’m going to be alright. I’ll find a place. And no matter what, I’ll keep in . I promise.” He gives me five free sandwiches, and three meat-lover burritos. Luckily, I have space for them. “Good luck,” he says. My visit to him made my day better.

  Thank you so much for reading! Also, I just wanted to add that this is not the story I wrote about in my first post! I really hope you enjoyed,   and depending on the amount of likes this first chapter has, I’ll continue the story! :cookie: 🥛