So many people are doing runaway stories, so i’ll give it a go.
And besides, all of them are about overdramatic kids who decided they would run away just because their parents dont support their sexuality or belief or sum.
This kid here is running away because of some pretty good reasons.
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Btw, this story may be slightly disturbing. Idk. Enjoy.
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I am Randy Hill.
I am 15 years old and I live with the worst parents on earth and go to the junkiest school in America.
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My dad was a soldier in Iraq.
I even had the privilege of meeting Chris Kyle, this nation’s finest killer.
Chris Kyle didn’t deserve to be killed, but my dad sure was.
Sometimes he makes me wish one of those terrorists he killed turned the tables on him.
Pathetic human being he is.
As for my mother, she ain’t much help either.
All she does is smoke and drink, just like your stereotypical abusive mother.
One time, just for fun, my dad held me down as she gave me a good cigarette burn and a cut with a kitchen knife.
I can’t seem to get a decent break from my life.
At school, virtually every male student hates me.
My teachers and the female students are relatively kind, so that’s okay.
The other day, some jock gave me a beating for not giving him test answers.
All this ... will end, however.
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My plan is this:
Escape home, steal my parent’s money, steal dad’s knife, then leave.
I got up at midnight.
I didn’t care to write a note- my idiotic parents would probably be too drunk to read what it said.
Then I stole the safe code, and got the hunting knife from there.
after walking to the living room, I saw my mom sleeping on the floor and my dad slumped over on the couch.
I took his wallet from the coffee table then took the money out.
I found mom’s wallet stashed in her purse which she never used.
After getting the 700 dollars worth of cash, I set off.
Where would I stay?
I was a ladies man, but their parents would never approve.
My teachers probably made less than my parents.
The only viable option was to forge an ID and rent an apartment.
I was about 5’9 at 15, so I could pass off as a slightly below average height man.
Thankfully, I had a friend that knew how to forge ID’s.
Kay, a Junior girl that wasn’t all too popular.
I called her up, and I heard her sleepy voice.
Of course, after complimenting it to butter her up, I asked if she could forge me an ID.
She agreed, but only if I would pay her 50 bucks.
I said yeah, and I was set.
I knocked on her window, and she let me in.
Kay did the process quick, and boom, I now had a fake ID stating I was 19.
As promised, I gave her the 50 bucks and I was now on my way to a new life.
