It was a breezy summer eve. All was calm. Rory was sitting on the swing near the lake pondering on what was going to happen. She realized she had to make a decision, but didn’t know what to do. Her father had passed away last January, and she couldn’t bear living in his house one more minute. Rory was a quiet girl, didn’t have many friends. Spoke few words, and went about life quietly. She wasn’t close to her Mom or sister, she seemed to think they didn’t get her. She wasn’t the best about expressing herself either.

Rory wanted so badly to leave, but she had no money. Seeing as how she was only the little old age of 13. One night she decided to pack up her bags and move. Feeling an empty pit in her stomach as she looked in the house for one last time. She got onto her bike and just rode as fast as her feet could peddle. To think everything used to be perfect.

Rory soon realized she had no clue where she could stay. So she traveled to the nearest inn, and slept for the night with the few change she had.