Runaway (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3.
The Plan

I silently tiptoed to the study where the laptop was; and quietly searched for Sophie Bentley. More than 2400 people came up.
How will I look through all of these people? I don't even know what my mum looks like!
Patiently, I looked through the first 15 on the page. There was singers, actresses, doctors, Facebook pages and even animals! But no one looked like my mum. The second page went the same way. Although luck came my way on the third page: when I saw a Facebook page with the name-Sophie Annie Bentley and a small picture of a beautiful, tall, slim woman who looked like she was just 16.
I double clicked on the link and waited for it to load. A huge picture of Sophie in a hotel with 3 other girls came up. She looks exactly like me, I thought. Ocean blue eyes. Silky brown hair. However, Sophie's hair is really short, in a bob cut and mine is up to my waist. She even has the same spot that I have on my neck!
I clicked on her name and Mums (Sophie's) profile came up. She doesn't look like she bothers if anyone reads about her. She's got a book full of stuff about her.
Heres a few of the things:
Name: Sophie Annie Bentley
Age: 25
Birthday: 3rd April, 1987
Pets: dog, Tiara
Career: waitress; at the Old Swan.
Fave food: Fish and chips
Then finally it said at the end....
Location: 82 Milton Avenue, Liverpool, England, UK.
It was already 5:00 am. I spent 2 hours looking up my mum. Who knows how long it will take for me to get there.
She must have moved from London to Liverpool. It would of been much easier if she had stayed in London. It is closer than Liverpool. By the way, I live in Manchester. 42 Harvy Drive.
I quickly searched on the Internet "How far is it from Manchester to Liverpool?"
Thousands of answers popped up.
I double clicked on one of them.
Manchester to Liverpool
Car/Van/Taxi/ Motor-cycle: 2-3 hours approximately
Train: 30 mins-1 hour approximately
Bus: 3-5 hours approximately (you will have to get on 8 different buses.)
Cycling: 16-31 hours approximately (recommended for only professional cyclists.)
Walking: 29-50 hours approximately (recommended for only professional/fit walkers.)
Wow. I thought this was going to be easy. You know. Search for mum. Find mum. Live with mum. Look after mum. We live Happily Ever After. The End.
I need a plan. I printed out the sheet and mums Facebook page. I slipped it into my backpack, then slithered downstairs and into the kitchen. I need good food of coarse. I opened the fridge and took out two bottles of cold water. I placed them on the table, then I took a loaf of bread, yogurt, an apple, banana, orange, a few biscuits, cereal bars, crisps, chocolate and a packet of cereals.
I grabbed a spoon out of the cupboard and gently placing my foot on each step carried the food into my room. I neatly packed everything in my backpack and opened my wardrobe. There was only a few clothes. Mary never let me go shopping with her. I took out a pair of jeans, leggings, 4 tops, 2 sets of pyjamas, my jacket, 3 bras, 4 under wears and my trainers. I easily placed them into my bag and kept out my black jeans and a top to wear when I actually did "run away."
I squeezed in my small pillow and my blanket. It got really cold out at night sometimes; which reminded me I needed a torch to see IN the night. I picked up my torch from under the bed and pushed it in. I nearly forgot to put mum and dad's picture in. I took it out from under the bed and put it in one of the side pockets. I needed to decide when I was leaving for my adventure. It was the 26th of March. I will leave tomorrow. On the 27th. Then I will hopefully be at home for mums birthday.
That's when I heard a door creak and someone's footsteps outside my room. It must be Dad. He goes to work at 8:15 am. I looked up at the clock it was 7:30. Dad usually has a shower and has a quick breakfast before going to work. I better get some sleep I thought. I lay on my bed. My eyes closed, I think about tomorrow. That's when someone came into my room. Sat on the edge of my bed and kissed my forehead.
" I am so sorry Jessica."
A few minutes later he slowly got up and went downstairs to go to work.
I feel really bad now. I wish I hadn't said those things to everyone. I didn't mean to. It just came out. Adults never understand stuff like that! I might as well say sorry when everyone wakes up.