It was so hard
Well, my name is S. I am now 18 years old and when I was 12, well that was the first time I decided to run away. My parents were divorced. I lived with my dad in New York and my older brother, Mark, lived in Georgia. My brother was 18 at the time, so he was much older than me.
I became depressed, becuase I loved my brother and couldn't see him. My father was beating me, and I was failing school. And I was only in 7th grade. A year later, when I still haven't run away, my brother, Mark had hung himself. And God only knows why. That made me more depressed. I packed some clothes, and some money, and ran away.
The first week was hard. I was sleeping under abandoned trailers, stealing money, and walking into stores looking like a criminal. The good thing was though, my dad didn't know where I was. I spent a couple weeks scraping up money and storing on food. And when I had enough money, I took a bus all the way to San Diego California where my Aunt Elizabeth lived. When I got there, I had no idea where her house might be. my aunt always would take me and we always kept secrets from my father. I thought my aunt was the best person ever.
A week went by, and I still didnt't find her house. I was still stealing and on wednesday, I met a street gang, and they were run aways like me. There was 5 boys, and 3 girls, 2 girls had red hair and brown eyes, and 1 had brown hair and hazel eyes. I was a blonde, a dirty blonde with hair half way down my back, and I had blue eyes. The guys, were all tall, (like me) and 3 had blonde hair with blue eyes, 1 had black hair and brown eyes, and 1 was sooo cute. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was B.. I became fast friends with all of them, and B. and I started a liking for each other.
After awhile, I was able to visit B. at his trailer, we hung out, drank some soda pop, and he asked me out. since I liked him I said yes. time went by and I cut my hair with some scissors that I had and cut it a couple inches below my shoulders. Then, my birthday came up, July 30. But I still hadn't found my aunt, and my dad didn't even care where I was. B. got me a little ring, altho it was plastic, I loved it.
Then, one night, B.'s friend, C., told me to meet all the guys in the woods, and they said B. would be there. when I got there, he wasn't there. But all the guys said that if I didn't let them all hit on me, they'd kill me. I had no choice, but I tried to get away, they all held me down, took off my clothes, and hit on me. when they were done, I got dressed and ran for B.'s trailer. I told him everything that happened and spent the night with him.
A lot of years went by, and B. and I were both 17, and we still loved
each other. Although we were young, he proposed to me, and we got married.
Here I am now, typing this, and I want to say to every 1 that wants to
run away, it's very dangerous and life risking.