A Runaway Story

I’ve fought with my parents a lot, actually every day. Some days were it worse than other days. I’ve not been much in school, I didn’t like my teachers. It was my fault every time I got the blame for everything. My parents got complain for the school very often, I was on the line to get kicked out from the school.

A summer day when I came home from school I saw a letter from the school, I thought this is it. It’s now it’s now that they are kicking my out from the school. I didn’t thought more about that, and then I walked into my room. I turned my music up I took one of my magazine and started to look at it. My parents came home from their work and I think they saw the letter from the school with the same. They yelled my name and I walked down. They told me that they want to talk with me about something serious. I already knew what it was we should talk about. They began and they talked about that letter. I can remember that they said that I should read it, I did. There stood that It was the last chance I get. I had nothing to say, and the only thing that they could say was that they were so disappointed over me. They said that all the time, I was so tired of it. I got angry and then a new fight started. This time was it really serious. I walked and my steps were hard stamp to the ground up at the stairs. I smashed my door so hard I could. I packed some moneys and some cloths I opened my window and jump out on that green their hang outside my window, and then down to the ground. I ran so fast I could so far away from home as possible. I found an impasse where I lay down my stuff, and then I fall I sleep. This was the first time I ran away from my home. But I was only away from home in three days. When my parents saw me where they happy to see me. I remember that they were saying that I never matte ran from home again. The days started at the same way that the days were ended before I ran from home. The same shit happened again. They got a letter from the school. This time stood there that now I was kicked out from the school. The talk with my parents ended at the same way as last. I packed me things and I started to walk. This time I had been out for nearly a half month before I went home again. I felt that I was away from home for a much longer time. I came home and my parents were glad to see me again. We had a good time together I didn’t go to school and my parents were happy. They told me that I should get a job so I could earn some money. I looked in the newspaper and I found an article with about a firm. They missed a young boy in work. I send an application and I few days later I got hired. I worked hard and earned a lot of money. My parents fight with each other all the time. I was so sick of hearing it cause when they were angry on each other they got angry on me. They began to set very tight rules for me. I may nothing. I decided that I would take all my money and go away. I wanted freedom. I wanted a place with no rules. I packed my things took all the money I’ve earned and walked away. It was now the third time. I have not been home since. It’s now nearly three months. I have enough money to get something to eat, what more do I need? What more could someone asked for?