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About a girl that gets upset and decides to run away.

(It's amazing about what you can find inyour old USB stick.I did this as part of a coursework that i had to complete for my english class in year 6,so bear with me about the grammar i'm sorry.


Submitted:Apr 12, 2011    Reads: 759    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   


The Runaway
The clock struck midnight when I sneaked outside. The house was silent and I tiptoed down stairs. Opening the front door, I found the streets of Birmingham were as dark as death. The wind was icy cold and it was raining heavily. I had nowhere to shield myself from the rain. The trees were swaying in the wind like a pair of curtains. I had never seen the streets so empty; they brought back so many memories that were both pleasant and miserable.
I felt so vulnerable walking on my own, just hoping nobody would see me, making me feel nervous and defenceless. A sense of relief washed over me, escaping out of the house was a risky thing to do, but there was still a chance that they would wake up and realise that I had gone.
My fingers were cold as ice. I put them into my pockets and found a creased photograph of my family. We didn't always fall out.
There weren't many clothes in my rucksack, but it still felt like as if I was carrying a bag of stones. I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. Maybe I should have planned this through. It dawned on me that I had forgotten to take my iPod with me. Warm tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered my last encounter with my mother.
"I despise you!"
I just couldn't stop the tears; my mother's words were like a dagger to my heart. When I finally calmed myself down, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that I wasn't alone. I quickened my pace and lost track of whoever was following me. The road was isolated, apart from a few cars passing by. Feelings of fear and dread overwhelmed me. It felt like there were so many unspoken words that I didn't understand. I never would have dreamed I would have the nerve to run away, even though I loved my family dearly. I always thought I was special to my family, but now I was here abandoned, walking on my own looking for a place to stay.
When I arrived at Birmingham New Street station, the place was deserted apart from two cleaners. They seemed unaware of my presence. I could see them chasing after bits of rubbish on the floor. The stench of bleach wafted through the air.
My belly rumbled at the smell of coffee, reminding me I hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday. A chicken sandwich sounded good, however it was dry and flaky as if it had been sitting outside all day; I ate it anyway.
Safety was my main goal now and that's what Birmingham New Street provided me with. People didn't know the reason why I was here. There were people everywhere and it was well lit.
Many people were waiting for the first train that was going to London. One of them was a young boy with his mother sitting in front of me playing with his mother's phone. That made me feel even more vulnerable as I didn't have anyone with me and I felt irritated at leaving my most valuable belongings behind.
Being anonymous was my best option because I was afraid that my puffy eyes and filthy rucksack would give me away. I finally realized how much I missed my family. Not only my family, but also my belongings, my mum's food, my brothers and sisters, my father's jokes, but unfortunately, this was how life was: you don't always get what you want. This was the biggest mistake I had ever made. I was starting to regret the things I had done, hoping I would be forgiven.
As soon as I got off the train, I looked around. Everybody seemed to be laughing and smiling. It felt like everybody was happy apart from me. I wished things could go back to normal. I headed towards the exit and went to the nearest park. As I was walking, I could feel the sun on my face and hear the birds singing their favourite hymns. Smiling couples were holding hands and shrieking children were chasing each other. It made me feel so lonely. I sat on the nearest bench and watched two young children playing with each other.
I felt so lonely and upset. My eyes filled with tears - tears that held so much love for my family, my tears that were calling my family telling them I was alright, my tears that helped me to remember the amazing times we had, my tears that were telling me to call my mum.




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