Joyce's P.O.V.I woke up one morning packed my bags, left no trace, that I had even lived. I grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the front door. I went..
Some call them fatherSome call them motherSome call them brotherSome call them sisterSome call them neighborSome call them auntSome call them uncleSom..
The four runaways split up after one person came for each of them. The girl who came for Sam told Sam she would be an archer. The boy who came for Eth..