• So the woman continued to look through the pictures. "Wow!", she sighed, "Molly was a dancer. She wore pink!" The woman was stunned at the picture of the teen goth in a bright pink outfit, and smileing.

    "Sheley? Is that you?" Mollys mom asked from the back door.

    "Yes, yes it's me." Sheley called snapping out of her daze.

    "Have you talked to Molly yet?" She hurried to talk to Sheley.

    "Well, sort of...She knows how to fight back." Sheley commented remembering what Molly had said, that's my past,this is my present,this may and may not be my future. things change, people change their minds, but at their own rate.

    Suddenly there was a thud. Both women rushed to the window to find that Molly was sneaking out. Her mom tryed to run after her, Is that a suit case!? she thought with fear. "NO!! Molly!! Nooooo!" she ran as far as she could until it was to late to catch up with the car Molly had jumped into. Now she was a teen, goth, rebel, runaway.

    A note was left on Mollys bed, her mom found it when she went up to her room to examin it hopeing there was one. The note read, Dear Mom , i'm off the full fill my life. I cant stay forever, you know that. Even though I was planning to leave next year, but I couldnt take it any more. I'll see you on my 20th birthday. Love, Molly

    "Good bye." Her mom whispered, her eyes lined with tears.