Angelina slammed a bottle of soda filled with purple liquid with the pink label diet GulpUp wrapped around the container on her dad's desk, startling him awake from his short nap on his chair.

"Angelina." He said as he cleared his throat.

Anyone can see his daughter was furious with her thick dark eyebrows pushed down and her light pink lips in a pout. Her father knew that look all too well.

"Diet Dad? REALLY? GulpUp was unhealthy enough of a soda on it's own, and now you fill it with poison stuff that would probably kill people before they're even obese and call it diet." She starts.

"Now sweetie, you know I wouldn't let drinks that has poison in it out to market and-"

"What is guarana dad?" Angelina asks in a calm tone interrupting her father.

"It's some type of flavoring used to enhance the taste or something,- w-why are you wondering?" He asked smoothing down his black horseshoe mustache.

"Guarana is a treatment doctors use to help heart problems, headaches, joint pains, and also used to help athletic performance. And yes, used in beverages to enhance the flavor. But what you don't know is that guarana has high amounts of caffeine in it, and if taken frequently, can damage the nervous system. People can even get addicted unless they have a prescription." She said folding her arms across her chest with a cross look.

"Fun. You did your research."

"You have that junk inside your 'non-poisonous-soda.' Is that what you want dad?" Angelina asked her now annoyed father, slamming her hands on his desk.

"Well in the marketing world, that's how it is. And so far this update of the product is being grabbed off shelves quicker than Muhammad Ali." He replied ignoring the fact that she slammed her hand on all his paperwork.

"No one is faster than Muhammad Ali." She mumbled under her breath.

"Dad, this is trash and you know it!"

Why didn't her dad just listen to what she had to say? He was doing what he always did best, listening better to his money than his own daughter. And Angelina was tired of having to shout over something that doesn't even speak to get her father's attention.

"This trash brings food on the table and clothes on your back! And you have no right to insult what I sell young lady!" Her father yells back standing up.

There is silence and the only sound that comes from inside the room is the hum of that new thing called a computer.

"Fine." Angelina said between grit teeth.

She felt her anger bubble up inside her getting bigger and bigger. She hated everything her father did and what he stood for. Why couldn't he be more like mom?

"Mom would have agreed with me." She murmured as she turned around, but immediately wished she took it back. She could see herself mentally punching her father in the gut with her words.

She couldn't move her feet as she listened to the heavy breathing that got faster by the second. Why did she just have to have such a big mouth? Getting lost in her emotions was something that happened on a regular basis.

"Angelina Isabella Mariana Almaraz. Go to your room now." Her father strained to keep a calm voice.

Angelina found her feet again and ran out the door leaving the bottle of diet GulpUp on his desk. Her black boots clicked across the stone floor and up the stairs into her room. The small mansion her dad purchased was so big; it's surprising how she even remembered where her room was.

The frustrated teen jumped straight on her four-post bed not even caring to take her shoes off. She screamed into her pillow letting all her anger out. She removed the pillow and put it down. Her small black curls were a mess on her face and she pulled it back into a high ponytail. Her throat burned like when she was stupid enough to eat ice cream while she had a sore throat when she was 10.

Marmee, her tabby cat jumped on the bed and curled next to the sad girl.

"I hate this. I'm 19 and he treats me like I'm a child." She croaked trying to hold in her tears.

Stop being such a baby she reminded herself. She lay back on her purple sheets and stared at her room. The familiar bedroom had white walls and the carpeting matched her sheets. She could still see the black piece of licorice that had been stuck on her small white circle rug ever since she was 8. Her head filled with memories of each sleepover and every play date, every wish she made on her wide window sill that was now the sun ray's chilling spot. The memories that this room held warmed her heart and she felt better. Marmee purred as Angelina pet her soft brown fur.

"How can I prove to my father that I'm responsible and can take care of myself?" She questioned, not sure who she was asking.

The silence passed as she let ideas bounce across her head.

Marmee let out a soft "meow" and jumped off the bed, trailed to the window, and jumped down. And that's when it all made sense.

"I'll run away for a week... and come back in one piece, and not pregnant. That will show daddy." She stood settling it.

She was either crazy or just tired of being trapped by her father all the time to pull this stunt. Or maybe it's both.

But it may just work. Yeah, father would be furious when she came back, but she could always use it against him when he wont even let her go out with friends for a night.

It was the morning of Sunday so she could come back by next Sunday night, and you know what they say, it's either now or never she thought.

Her head swerved across the room looking for something to carry what she needed for the day. Money, she thought. I need money, and snacks just in case, and my fake ID. As she listed her supplies she turned around to search for them.

She was so cooped up in her search for what she needed that she jumped at the knock on her door. She panicked, thinking it was her father and bad thoughts flew side to side in her head. She quickly shoved all of it under her blankets and hurried towards the door; her heart beating like it was calling to something miles aways.

Angelina turned the gold doorknob of her purple door and poked her tanned face out the door. She was surprised and relieved to see it was their family butler who she sadly forgotten his name.

"Oh!" She perked.

"Miss Almaraz, I am sorry to bother you, but would you like for your room to have a little tidying before you leave- er I mean before lunch?" He under his huge blonde beard and mustache.

Angelina felt the blood rush to her cheeks and without knowing what she was doing, pulled the butler into her room and slammed the door shut.

"You were spying on me." She fumed staring into the brown eyes of the butler as he stared back at her green ones.

She felt her ears getting pinker.

"I'm sorry if you think that miss Almaraz, I just happened to overhear you, you must know how thin the walls are between your bathroom and your room." He said innocently.

"All right, you can drop the butler act." She growled.

"What act?" He asked, still in his unshaken form.

She swerved around, turning her back to the suspicious man.

"What'll take for me to keep you from telling father about me leaving?" She asks confidently. She has all the money she could giveaway anyway.

"Just tell me where you're headed is all." The butler quickly asked.

She turned towards him now with a little confusion.

This took a moment for Angelina to think. Where was she headed to? Would she get an apartment? Get a job? She didn't have much of an experience in working. There is so much that could be done in a week in California. Maybe she isn't ready for this. She barely even thought it through.

"I-" She started.

"Why are wondering?" She asked.

"Dunno. I suppose I'm just a little curious." He answered.

"A hotel in the town a few miles from here." She made up quickly.

"Alright. I won't tell another soul." He said winking.

She smiled a little and then pushed him out her room. She pinched her pointer finger and thumb and pulled it over her lip to show she is zipping her lip. The butler copies so and stalks off down the hall.

She closes the door now excited and quickly opens her closet door.

She whipped out 3 pair of clothing and stuffed it inside her SouthFace book bag along with 200 dollars, her fake ID, snacks, a water bottle, her favorite book "Little Women", a picture of her mom and dad, and a pocket knife. Okay... Maybe it sounds more like she is packing for a zombie apocalypse than for just a few nights out in town, but you never do know what can happen being alone in the streets in Cali.

She strips and runs to her bathroom with her towel wrapped around her, scared to see the somewhat pervy butler again.

The water that showered down on Angelina's soft tanned skin felt warmer than usual and she just stood there enjoying her time in the shower.

What would her father do if he found out? Probably send all the police in Cali searching for her in frenzy. She imagined her missing photo posted on every lamp post and shuddered. Maybe she could just leave a note for her dad so he won't worry. She stepped out the shower and wrung her soaking wet hair in the sink.

Love,

You're daughter, Angelina Isabella Mariana Almaraz

Angelina finished the letter in sloppy script. She folded it up and dropped it into a white envelope. Wrote her name on it and her father's and squeezed it tight in her hand. She knew her sweaty hands were ruining the writing on it, but she couldn't help it. Fear crept up her like she was a dying animal watching as vultures slowly piled next to it. She couldn't back out now, it was too late. Plus, whats the worse that can happen? She heaved the book bag on her back and it felt heavier than it really was. She gulped and walked towards the window slowly, as her feet wouldn't allow her to go faster. When she reached the window, she gripped the edges and placed one foot on top of the window sill and struggled to put the other on. Too scared to look down, she shut her eyes tight and just felt the wind blow against her curls. And without thinking, she jumped down feet forward to her grassy lawn that stood below.