Leaving Home

 My parents were devoted to me. Two very hard-working people, but sometimes it would get hard when they wanted to know where are you going? What time are you coming home? Who are you going with? This got a little too hard for me to cope with. Sometimes I used to sit at home thinking about the possibilities, then the thought suddenly occurred to me, `run away from home. At first when I thought about it, it was very but anything was better then my circumstances. There where many thoughts that ran through my head one being where would I go? Who would I stay with? But biggest question was when and how? I decided to tell Mum how I felt she was more understanding then Dad so I knew she would take the revelations easier. I went to bed as I normally did but something made me wake up.

 It was nighttime; I stretched over my bed to see my clock. It was about twelve o’clock midnight I knew that if I was going to leave it had to be now whilst everyone was asleep. I went through my draw sifting through looking for adequate possessions such as my rainjacket it had been a particularly cold night I had to take dress up warm I took thirty pounds, two jumpers and a clean pair of trousers, that is all I needed to run away I packed it into a small suitcase large enough to fit two jumpers but I made sure it fitted as my possession’s would be vital. My dog was lying by the side of my bed as faithful as ever I felt like I was letting down my family by leaving. I sensed my chance to leave. I anxiously paced up and down my bedroom weighing up the pros and cons of leaving my family. It was a big decision to make and I did not have much chance to think about it. It had occurred to me that it would be extremely hard to leave without waking anybody up. I was walking around my room contemplating leaving the floor boards were creaking I had woken the dog up. I had to go down stairs to put the dog in the garden I was scared the dog would start barking and wake up the residents; I did not want anything to delay me further. After sending the dog out I came back upstairs to gather my belongings. I took one final look at my bedroom for some reason it had been looking extremely tidy. I passed my parent’s bedroom but opted out of kissing them goodbye, as I did not want to wake them. I crept down the stairs as quiet as I could possibly be.

 The light came I had woken somebody up. A shout from upstairs came it was my mother “is everything alright son?”

“Yes mother” I replied. But in the sound of my voice she detected that something was wrong. “Mark you alright?” before answering I took a long pause and a deep breath, my next word would be vital. I took about thirty seconds before replying “everything’s fine go to sleep”. She wanted to see what I was doing, so she came down stairs. I did not want her to wake Dad up, as he would be mad at the idea of me leaving. As she was coming down the stairs it was like slow motion I did not no what to do or say. She turned the down stairs light on the glow of the sixty watt bulb was blinding it was like these films where criminals are put in a interrogation room and have a bright light flashed in their eyes.