The ability to be ready at a moment's notice was one of Becky's invaluable attributes. Luckily, when Becky received the call she was ready to go with little preparation. This sort of lifestyle of constant seizing adventure didn't bother Becky, on the contrary, she found it exhilarating. She couldn't stand the bromide day-to-day schedule of school, homework, sleep, repeat. She needed more. She needed to change things and take extreme measures to do so. She reveled in the precarious nature of her lifestyle and didn't let anyone stop her from doing what she thought was right, even if it was controversial.
She didn't know much about this journey she was about to embark upon but this didn't cause any trepidation. Becky grabs her old backpack that had accompanied her through multiple journeys. Her bag already contained the basics like her pocketknife, rope, basic first aid supplies, water and Aqua Mira, a scarf, and some food. She carries the most valuable things with her like her common sense, skills, and wide range of experiences that have taught her how to survive.
She quickly laces up her shoes and grabs her backpack. She steals a quick glance at ring on her finger that belonged to her grandmother. That ring never left her finger and would accompany her on this journey as well. She hops out through the window without looking back at the bedroom that houses her body, but not her spirit, sure that no one will notice her absence.
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