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*~!I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman!~*
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'I used to think

I had the answers to everything'

Amy slammed the door to her room and sat down on her bed. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to force the tears away. She couldn't believe how her mother was treating her. It wasn't like she had committed a federal offense or anything. She had just gone to one little party and come home about three hours too late after her actual curfew. Shouldn't she be happy that her daughter was alive and well and not dead in some ditch somewhere?

When Christine had asked her to go to the party and meet some of the new guys in town, she took the chance and went. Sure she had promised her mother she would be home well before her actual curfew, but what did it matter? She was out of her mother's hair and she got to have a decent amount of fun with her friends. What was the real issue here?

'But now I know

Life doesn't always

Go my way, yeah...'

"Let me in the room this instant Amy Christine Dumas! We need to have a serious talk about what happened tonight."

"Well what would you say if I told you I don't want to talk to you? Just go back to bed mom."

"We are going to talk, and talk this instant young lady."

Opening the door, Amy let her mother in and went back to sitting on her bed. She was for sure going to hear it now, but she was prepared this time. There was no turning back. She wasn't going to take one more time fighting like this. She was 16; she could do it on her own. The plan was simple, let her mother say her piece, tell her what she wanted to hear, and when she was gone, get the hell out.

"Do you even understand why I am so mad with you right now? Can you comprehend what a mother goes through when her only daughter doesn't come home at the time she said she would, and then doesn't even call to let me know she's alive?"

"Yes mother, I get it."

"Are you just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear?"

'Damn it.' Amy thought as her mother sat down beside her on the bed. How could she possibly know what the plan was already? It wasn't like it was written down or something.

"No of course I'm not saying it because you want to hear it. I should have called and I didn't, and for that I'm sorry. I am sorry I made you worry and that I tend to do that a lot. You shouldn't have to deal with it mom."

Amy looked up as she said the last bit of her speech and watched her mother's face. It looked like she was buying it hook line and sinker. Now it was time for the final blow to make her mother really believe that she was on her side.

"If you feel the need to ground me or take away any privileges I won't be mad or anything. I realize that this was my fault entirely and I should have acted more like an adult seeing as I will be one sooner then later."

"Well dear, I'm glad you understand where I am coming from. I am going to ground you from going to parties for the next two weeks, but in terms of anything else, I think you pretty much learned the lesson I wanted you too from all of this."

'Feels like I'm caught in the middle

That's when I realize...'

Amy watched as her mother stood from the bed and walked towards the door. She waited before showing any excitement because she knew from all of the previous fights and talks they always had, that her mother was going to turn back to her at the door and smile, because she thought that she had gotten her way again. Well this time, Amy thought, it was time that Amy got her way and she would.

""We can talk more in the morning dear. Have a good sleep." Christie Dumas said to her daughter, flashing the signature smile and walking out of the room.

'I'm not a girl

Not yet a woman'

Grabbing her bag out of her closet and fishing all of her important clothes out of the dresser drawers and throwing them in, she zipped up her bag and flung it on her back. If she was going to do it, it had to be now or never.

Walking towards her window, Amy had a momentary pause where she thought she was doing things entirely the wrong way. Her mother really meant well in everything she did, and maybe she should stay and at least try to work past all of this crap so they could actually be happy like they were before Amy's father Mike had walked out on them.

'All I need is time

A moment that is mine

While I'm in between'

"No, I have to do this. She will be better off without me around to worry about, and I can make a better life for myself doing things I actually want to do."

Throwing her feet out onto the ladder flowing up to her window, she stabilized herself and turned around, making sure her pack was still secure on her back. Climbing slowly down the ladder she knew this was for the best. She needed the chance to know that what she was doing was for the best. Amy didn't know where she was going to go, but she knew she was going to be happy wherever she was, because she was being true to herself.

'I'm not a girl

There is no need to protect me

Its time that I

Learn to face up to this on my own

I've seen so much more than u know now

So don't tell me to shut my eyes'

Amy walked further down the road, and remembering an old trick that her friend Christine had taught her when she had moved to town, she threw her thumb out as she reached the main highway. She still had no idea where she was going, but at this point anywhere was better then here.

Hearing the ringing of her still working cell phone, she pulled it out of her backpack and looked at the number. Silently she thanked God that she had told Christine to call her if she didn't hear anything after an hour.

"Chris?"

"Ames? Where the hell are you? It sounds like your walking in the middle of the road or something."

"That's because technically I am."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I ran away from home Chris, and I don't plan on going back either."

"Well why didn't you tell me? I mean we are best friends, I could have run away with you or something!" Christine yelled into the phone.

It was obvious she was pissed about Amy not telling her what was going to be happening but she had to realize that this was all spur of the moment and that Amy hadn't planned on it for months or anything.

"Chris, it was just something I had to do. Now I'm trying to hitch a ride, so I will call you when I get somewhere that's better then the highway alright?"

"Where are you going?" she asked, worriedly.

Looking up at the street signs on the highway, she took the one that looked most appealing to her and without hesitation told Christine.

"North Carolina. Christine I am going to North Carolina. I will call you when I get there."

'I'm not a girl

But if u look at me closely

You will see it my eyes

This girl will always find

Her way'

Watching the car stop on the shoulder of the road, Amy clutched her bag closer to her body, as the person behind the wheel rolled his window down.

"What's a girl like you doing out on a night like this?"

"Hitching a ride, what does it look like? So are you gonna help me or not?" Amy asked, with a hint of rudeness. She didn't want to let on but the thought of getting into the car with this older man kind of freaked her out a little.

"Where ya headed?"

"North Carolina."

"Part?"

"Um, Cameron. I'm headed to Cameron."

She hoped that Cameron was a nice town. All she knew about it was that she had a friend a few years back who was from there, and the name had stuck with her.

"Well fancy that, I'm headed the same way. Hop in and get warm. It's going to be a little bit of a drive."

Opening the door and throwing her bag in on the floor, she hopped in the front seat beside the man. It was going to be a long drive, but she was off to be more then just a little girl from Virginia. This was what she needed, a whole new beginning. Now she just had to make sure she didn't get herself killed.

'I'm not a girl

Not yet a woman'

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