Far Far Away Chapter 1

*Robin*

Far far away. Farther than the eye could see. Further than any human had ever travled. This is where I would go.

I had to get out. I had to leave. I had to be free, though I would not be traveling solo. Tay would go with me. I know he would. He always tags along. Besides, he wants to leave just as much as I do. Then again, he's only six. I'm thirteen. That's old enough, but there might be a problem with six. Tay would probably want to stay with Mom, but I couldn't let that happen. It would be awful. I remember being five and never knowing where my mother was. I couldn't let her do that to him, too.

Let me explain the situation I'm in. It's bad. Real bad. My dad left a little bit after Tay was born. I haven't seen him since. Mom works all the time. She wont tell me what her job is, so I asume the worst. I'm not sure, but I think she's a drug dealer. I hate to think bad things about my mom, but I just have a hunch that she is. Whenever she's home she's usually drunk. She doesn't pay any attention to Tay or me. This is why we have to leave. I just know that Tay and me have to run away. We can't stay here. Maybe running away from troubles isn't the best thing to do, but it's my only choice.

There's a down side to running away. I'll miss all of my friends. I'll miss Alicia most of all, even though I despise her brother. I'll miss Stacy, Bethany, and Clarese, even though they're tenth graders. I'll miss Tasha. Though she has her weaknesses, she always makes me laugh. I'll miss practicly everyone at my whole school! Even Lindsay. She and I used to be good friends, but then she got shot by some crazy kid and got popular. She doesn't have time for the poor people that used to be her friends. Maybe if I ever come back then we can be friens again, but for now I have more important things to worry about.

Now it's eleven at night. Mom's still out partying, so it's my perfect chance to leave. I already have everything packed up, along with a hundred dollors I've saved up that Grandma's given to me over the years. All I have to do is wake up my brother so that we can leave.

"Psst, Tay. Wake up," I say while shaking the boy.

Tay just mumbles and says, "I don't wanna."

"Get up!"

"No!"

"Taylor Brian Durant! Get up this second or I'll call up Chuck E. Cheese!" Tay jumps up. He's afraid to death of Chuck E. Cheese. Mickey Mouse, too. Then again, if I was six then I'd be afraid of six foot tall mice, too.

"You're not really going to call Chuck E. Cheese. Are you?" The small boy asks while trembling.

I reply, "If you don't hurry up and get dressed then I'll call up Ronald McDonald, too!" Tay rushed to get dressed.

"Where we goin', Wobbin?" Tay questions.

"Robbin. Not Wobbin," I try to explain.

"Wo-bbin. Waa-binn. W-w-wobbin." Tay just can't not pronounce his Rs. Ls either.

"Close enough, Shorty. We're going to Whyoming."

"Why Whyoming? We in California."

"Because that's where Grandma lives."

"Why are we goin' to visit Gramma?"

I thought for a moment. Should I tell him that we're running away or should I lie so that he'll comr with me? So many questions, so little answeres. "We're, umm, we're going there for your birthday." It was the best lie I can think of.

"But my birfday isn't for two months."

"Well, umm, I meant my birthday."

"Your birfday was four months ago."

I have to think. "What I mean is, uhh, Grandma's birthday."

Tay thinks for a moment. "When's Grandma's birfday?"

"It's, umm, in like, uhh, two weeks."

"Why do we have to leave now?"

"Because we're, umm, in a hurry."

"Okay," Tay said, still not believing me. Soon we where on our way. To Whyoming! To Grandma! To a good life.