7 June 2012
I stared at him and I couldn't believe my eyes. Gulping, I took a deep breath and walked over to the two bunks which were sitting above one another. Instead of looking at me, he stared at the filthy toilet. Finally, he decided to look at me and he shot me a look of pure hatred. Ignoring him, I climbed up to the top bunk but he beckoned me down repeating that's my bed. So I sat down on the bottom bunk. Looking at the ceiling, I eventually drifted off into a peaceful sleep. During the night I awoke for a short period of time and felt the urge to break something. However, in this dark cell, all of its contents are beds and a toilet and, unfortunately, a television that doesn't work. Climbing quietly out of the squeaky bed, I spied the window and tranquilly sauntered to it. Opening the window I headed for the television. Carrying the television to the window, I threw it out and left it to smash. Hearing an officer coming to get me I propelled myself up out of the window and ran to my house. The cops couldn't catch up with me so I was free. Al least I had escaped that prison. At home I panted and held my heart, trying to clear my head. Suddenly, I stared at the wardrobe and ran over to it. Grabbing an overnight bag I shoved a bunch of clothes in there along with a tooth brush and some toiletries. Heading for the door I picked up my phone and keys and sprinted to the train station. Looking at the train times, I decided I'd take the ten past ten (pm) train to London. Roaring loudly, the train pulled into the station and I hopped onto the train taking a cosy seat. Opening my bag I pulled my earphones out and plugged them into my phone listening to music. Before the whistle was blown to start the train, some big rough guys came and shouted to my face that the seat I was sitting in was reserved for them. Quickly, I moved and placed my bum on a new chair. The train chugged along and I stared out the window at the dark sky and torrential rain. I stared at a little baby who was being cradled in her mothers clutched hands. Tears were filling my eyes and one or two shed from my red eye. As the huge train pulled over I slung my overnight bag over my shoulder and headed out onto Oxford street.
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