Post by Alex on May 15, 2011 19:44:01 GMT -5
The art of running away. Well, it wasn’t so much of an art but a task. I couldn’t stay another minute in my home. I just had to get out of here but I also knew I couldn’t just jump head first into this without thinking properly, that would be a disaster waiting to happen and as I had been told I needed to prepare.
It was about noon and it was raining and I doubted that my parents were still home but I decided to make sure anyway. I went out of my room and looked to my left and then my right, when I heard nothing but birds chirping and kids playing outside I decided to check one more place just to be safe. Running back into my room, I looked out the window, I saw that the both cars were gone, finally.
I walked over and threw open my closet door remembering the fight that took place last night. It hadn’t been anything new. Grades, friends, my lack of studying and of course my excessive goofing off on the internet and on the phone; I could’ve recited the lecture with my eyes closed by this time. I dug around the closet and found my red backpack.
Looking around my room I tried to figure out what to pack as much as I loved to pack everything I had I knew that was a stupid idea so, I settled for cellphone, charger, a book, a hoodie and my wallet. I decided to take the credit card out although I would have money to use at my disposal, I knew from watching crime drama that credit cards could be traced and I didn’t want them tracing me.
With that I took one last look at my room, let out a sigh and I went into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water and left over potato chip bag that was wrapped with a rubber band I stuffed them both in my bag who knew I would be able to eat again? Finally, I went out of my door locking it behind me and making sure it stayed lock. Yes I hated my parents but I wasn’t so cruel as to let someone rob the place either.
For the next couple hours I walked and even though my legs were killing me, I kept going attempting to think of happier times. At about four o’clock my cell vibrated in my pocket.
“What?”
It was in that instant that I realized if it was my parents they could already trace me but luckily it was not, it was my best friend Molly instead.
“Your parents are frantic looking for you, they called the house and went frantic cause you didn’t pick up, they’re looking for you”
“Yeah well they can keep looking for me” I muttered
“Where –“
I didn’t hear the rest of it due to the honking of a car nearby.
“You manic, knock it off!” I yelled.
“Where are you?” Molly repeated.
But before I could run any further I heard beeping meaning someone was on the other end of the phone trying to get through to me. I looked at who was beeping in and cursed under my breath, it was my parents.
“Molly, I’m outside and I swear if you try and trace this call may God help you and if you tell my parents where I am…we’re gonna have problems” with that, I shut the phone and started running again if my parents somehow used Molly’s phone to trace me, I didn’t have that much time until they came for me so I did the only thing I could do, I ran like the wind.
It was about noon and it was raining and I doubted that my parents were still home but I decided to make sure anyway. I went out of my room and looked to my left and then my right, when I heard nothing but birds chirping and kids playing outside I decided to check one more place just to be safe. Running back into my room, I looked out the window, I saw that the both cars were gone, finally.
I walked over and threw open my closet door remembering the fight that took place last night. It hadn’t been anything new. Grades, friends, my lack of studying and of course my excessive goofing off on the internet and on the phone; I could’ve recited the lecture with my eyes closed by this time. I dug around the closet and found my red backpack.
Looking around my room I tried to figure out what to pack as much as I loved to pack everything I had I knew that was a stupid idea so, I settled for cellphone, charger, a book, a hoodie and my wallet. I decided to take the credit card out although I would have money to use at my disposal, I knew from watching crime drama that credit cards could be traced and I didn’t want them tracing me.
With that I took one last look at my room, let out a sigh and I went into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water and left over potato chip bag that was wrapped with a rubber band I stuffed them both in my bag who knew I would be able to eat again? Finally, I went out of my door locking it behind me and making sure it stayed lock. Yes I hated my parents but I wasn’t so cruel as to let someone rob the place either.
For the next couple hours I walked and even though my legs were killing me, I kept going attempting to think of happier times. At about four o’clock my cell vibrated in my pocket.
“What?”
It was in that instant that I realized if it was my parents they could already trace me but luckily it was not, it was my best friend Molly instead.
“Your parents are frantic looking for you, they called the house and went frantic cause you didn’t pick up, they’re looking for you”
“Yeah well they can keep looking for me” I muttered
“Where –“
I didn’t hear the rest of it due to the honking of a car nearby.
“You manic, knock it off!” I yelled.
“Where are you?” Molly repeated.
But before I could run any further I heard beeping meaning someone was on the other end of the phone trying to get through to me. I looked at who was beeping in and cursed under my breath, it was my parents.
“Molly, I’m outside and I swear if you try and trace this call may God help you and if you tell my parents where I am…we’re gonna have problems” with that, I shut the phone and started running again if my parents somehow used Molly’s phone to trace me, I didn’t have that much time until they came for me so I did the only thing I could do, I ran like the wind.