I glanced at my watch and groaned "um..4:30" I laughed awkwardly. "Better get you home then" I sighed, glancing at her for her opinion.

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I laughed too. Would it really matter anymore?
"It doesn't matter to me. If my parents ask, I'll just say I stayed in a hotel near by. They gave me enough money to stay for a week there anyway."
I laughed at my mothers ridiculous idea that I need hundreds of dollars for one night.

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Suddenly, I had a totally crazy and unimaginable idea which I was sure she would find ridiculous but..."Gracie..." I mumbled, glancing at her

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I looked up at him, haze in my eyes.
"Yes, Jasper?"

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"Run away with me" I whispered

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I looked out the window for a moment, thinking about how much my parents would freak.
"Alright."
I smiled, wondering how this would play out.

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I grinned.
Ok, so mabye this was a terrible idea. Mabye I just should have kept the idea to myself. However, I couldnt as I wanted it so badly. I knew she didnt care much for her family. And my own family didnt care much for me. The pupils at school bullied her, and annoyed me. It would be perfect....
"Okay, so plan of action" I grinned "its early, so we'll drive back to yours and you can get some stuff then spend the rest of the day at mine before hitting the road tomorrow. No one will be in my house" I decided, my eyebrows furrowing a little as they always did when I thought intently.

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"That's perfect... My dad should be leaving for work now, and my mom usually doesn't wake up until seven-ish. But, if I'm missing for more then 24 hours, there's a 99% possibility they're going to call the cops..."
My parents weren't just going to let me run away and get away with it, they were to... Protective. Just then, my phone -which I had totally forgot about- buzzed in my bag. 
"Speak of the devil..."
I reached into my bag and noticed I had 46 unread messages, 23 missed calls, and 12 voice mails. I must have not heard it ring... My mother texted me, again. 
'Grace, where are you?? You have me worried sick... If you don't come home soon I'm calling the cops... You've been out for the whole night, and haven't answered any of my calls. Please come home dear... Love you.'
Typical. I scrolled through all of the other messages, and they all were practically the same. 
"Alright then..."

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I frowned for half a second with slight worry but then smiled again. "Ok, if your sure" I shrugged before beginning to drive back to her home.

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I sat silently thinking of what we were really in for. Thinking, thinking, thinking. It's all I did. There were so many possibilities of what could happen, and more then half of them were bad, and a quarter of the other half were unrealistic, but I couldn't see the future, so I had no idea what would happen. So I kept my mouth shut, as I usually did, and decided I'd go with whatever happened.

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