A Runaway Story
Last November I ran away 4 times. I was 12-13 and was wanting to hang out with my friends. It started when I used to hang out late and then come home. All my other friends got to stay out late and hang out. I wanted to hang out with them. Until my mom started yelling at me and saying I couldn't go anywhere.
So I ran away stayed over friends' houses and when my mom came to see if I was there I'd jump out a window or run down the block. My first time running away, I got scared, but after the second time I started to get used to it. I even had warrants on me. My mom would call the cops everyday, have people watch the house, and even had my little sister rat on me.
That's when I ranaway for a whole weekend. I went to New York City. I felt no one could find me there. Everytme I saw a police officer I held my face away, because i knew my mom called the cops. Then I came back. They put me on probation, and since I was having so many fights they tried to expel me. I wasn't having it.
Then I became the worst person anyone expected to me to be. I already had a bad reputation, so I fought anyone I saw and my mom threatened to put me in a group home. So I ran away. I took trains and buses until I got to Ohio. But mainly I took Greyhound. I found some poor looking lady with 3 kids and I gave her money for my ticket. She went through with it, then asked for a couple more dollars for that favor.
I stole $100 from my Grandma's purse the night before I ran away, she didn't even realize it. Well, the police found me two months later and now I'm on housearrest. I even tried to kill myself. But now, I got to live with my father in Mastic and it's hell. I wish they never found me.