26 April 2012
Don't get me wrong, I love what I have, but I would give it all for some privacy.
Things haven't been going great at home. It was last night that I got the idea, I can't take all the credit my dad did most of it.
My mum is a different person when I get back from school, glass of wine in one hand a fag in the other. Me and my dad needed to work out a plan to get her out of this faze, something to shock her. I had joked about pretending to run away but he wouldn't hear that nonsense. But last night he was in a bad mood with my mum and took it out on me. He said I should run away, straight to my face. Imagine how I felt, a girl at a mere age of 13 being told to run away.
So I started to think about it, maybe it isn't such a bad idea.
I am in the middle of a master plot to run away. First I need a means of transport, for this I will use my horse. I will set off at 23.00 whilst the whole house is asleep. I will quickly gather together some belongings of mine, consisting of my bear, my camping bag, some food and water as well as my money that I have been saving which is hidden in the bottom of my knicker draw.
I will then fetch Oli my horse and we will set off, who knows where we will go, but at least we will be running free.
Running Free • Opuss № I