Run Run...[open!]

[harley]

^{Run, run as f a s t as you can...}

GRACIE CONNOR

Walking to the bar of the small diner, Gracie plopped herself down, ordering a water and putting her bag at her feet. Luckily, she had gone to the store and bought some soaps and other necessities to look and feel as clean as possible. She's snuck into the town's gym and taken a shower, and then run to the diner, hair still damp, but put up into a messy ponytail. At only the age of sixteen, she was still too young to be living on her own legally, but she basically was before she had run.

Luckily, the news hadn't spread this far from home, but soon it would be all about the country; the girl who ran from her emotionally and verbally abusive family, never to be found. She needed to change her name, but she was already used to people calling her 'kid' or 'blondie', and some even called her 'Grace' or 'Gracie'.

Ordering flap-jacks for breakfast, with a large orange juice, she picked up the local newspaper for the small town she was residing in. Great; summer thunderstorms were starting to roll in. She'd have to find somewhere better to stay, that was cheap and out of sight before the winter hit. Her little tent wouldn't survive a week of snow or showers; what ever happened in this region.

^{...you can't c a t c h me, I'm the runaway gal.}