Teenage Runaways

This is my night. My last night with the normal and the simple. This is my break. I shut my door and locked it. Taking a deep breath I quickly moved to my closet. I jumped up and grabbed the largest backpack I could find. I listened to my parents door open. I gritted my teeth, moving faster. I shoved a pair of shoes, extra clothing, a water bottle, my pocket knife, granola bars that I kept in my desk and a flashlight. I stuffed a blanket in and zipped my bag. I took a deep breath and threw my bag out of the window. 11:56. I swung one foot at a time onto the roof before closing the window. I kept to the smaller roof then jumped down. A grunt escaped my lips as my feet came in contact with the driveway's cement. I wasted no time. Swiftly, I grabbed my backpack, threw it over my shoulder and began sprinting into the woods towards the train tracks. I didn't dare look back. It's all me now. I'm on my own.

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