Running Away
Recently (in the past month or two) I’ve been thinking about what I’d do if I had a huge argument with my family. I mean a massive argument; one that ended in floods of tears from all corners of the family. I’d run away. It’s a weird thought; when I was younger, I would never have planned running away.
Now though, I know details about what I would do. They scare me.
I know which bag I’d use – my big black one. I can fit loads in there, it rocks.
I’d take my credity card thing and get out all the money… and get a train ticket to Easingwold. I wouldn’t go closer to home, because that’s where they’d look for me.
When I got there, I’d look up where she lived, and go and see her. I wouldn’t ask to stay the night; I’d sleep out somewhere [I think I'd cope...] or I’d spend the night in a B&B/Hostel type place. Depending on how bad the argument had been, I’d return home after a day or two.
I’d ring Frazer to tell him that I was safe and that no one should worry about me [if this is infact the case]. I wouldn’t ring Kimi, because I think that she would be more worried than Frazz would be, and that’s purely the reason.
I don’t know where the thought came from, I haven’t fallen out with my family or anything recently. I really don’t know what goes on in my head sometimes. I think there are small gremlins creating random thoughts in a little factory in my mind. I blame them.
Just felt like getting that out of my system.
Toodles
xoxox
