Jack's POV -~-~-~-~-~-~ I don't care about leaving. After everything I had to go through with my parents I just want to get the hell out. Grace is the only reason I've stayed. I looked at Grace and saw her dark blue eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry," I said quietly "I don't know what else we can do." Grace looked up, and the tears were gone from her eyes. "Ok," she said "But we need a plan. A plan so we know what we need to bring, what we need to leave behind, when we're going to leave, and what we're going to tell our parents." I nodded."Ok. We can't leave tonight, but we need to leave soon. We need to bring as much food and clothes as we can. We can bring our cell phones, but always keep it on vibrate. We can only call each other." Grace nodded. Then she looked at her clock and slapped her forehead. "It's time for school," she said "Can't you just tell your parents that your sick?" I asked "I'll try, but they don't let me stay home unless I'm really sick," she said Grace's POV ---~~~---~~~--- Jack jumped under my bed as my mom came in unexpectedly. "Mom, what are you doing in here?" I asked trying to sound sick. "Do you feel okay sweetie?" my mom asked. I was working! "No, I feel like..." suddenly I jumped out of bed and ran to my bathroom pretending to throw up. I walked back into my room and said "I feel like that." "Oh, you poor thing!" my mom said. "Well, I think you need to stay home today!" my mom said, then she left and closed the door. Jack got up and we began to plan our escape.