this was a class prject i had to do, i had to write about a time i ran away and how i felt.....
By Ashley Efaw
11-23-09
A period, English
Run away
There’s no place like away from home
This is a time I ran away and didn’t get caught, I was very lucky. About five months ago I ran away, it was around 10:30 in the afternoon when I left it was ice cold and quiet like a ghost town. Cops were every where because it was curfew out for the teenagers here. I had to take back roads or short cuts to get to john, a good friend and boyfriend that I was meeting; he met me at elementary school in Green Brook. We decided to head to his house. When we got there I told him why I ran way. I told him that “I and my mom got in a huge fight with me and she told me to leave, so……I did” he looked at me and said “I’m really sorry to hear that Hun.” We stayed up until 1:50; I stayed the rest of the night or morning at his house. When I woke up at 8:00 and looked at my phone. I had no calls or text messages from my mom or step dad, I sat up and woke john up. He told me “hay babe.” He smiled at me; I smiled a big smile and said “hey.” Laying there I was very content and happy. I went out to the kitchen to get something to eat then as I start to sit down with my breakfast; I started to think about what happened and how I felt.
I felt free and that I didn’t have anyone to hover over me. I was so happy, but I did miss my family, I guess that’s normal for the first time when you’re on your own with out the people who raised you and taught you everything you know. But In away it wasn’t so hard for me. I was use to being alone and scared that it didn’t bother me one bit. I also like the fact that I was technically living with the guy I really love and that he loves me back, if he didn’t I wouldn’t have a place to stay when I need it. I think It would be better because I wouldn’t get into Arguments with my dead beat dad or my mother, even though I love my mom I think I would help us and the tension, so that’s pretty much how I felt and some what feel.
He walked down the hall way and asked me “So did your Ma call or did you Pa call ya yet dear?” I told him “Surprisingly no, shockingly no one called or texted me.” He asked me “Are you ok?” looking at me like I was in tears or ready to punch a wall. I told him “Yea I’m fine, I just have a lot on my mind its pretty much what happened last night.” I said with a slight smile. He walked over to me and hugged me telling me it’s going to be ok, and things will get better. I smiled at him and gave him a kiss telling him thank you for all the support and comforting me.
Back at home I didn’t get all of that support and comfort. It was always sorrow and misery, arguments and fighting, and me destroying my house. I thought I life had no happiness but now it dose. Telling my mom that I’m not coming home will be hard but I have to stand my ground and show her I have the guts to be a mature women, that I think I am.
While this is running through my head, my phone rings. I look over at it a notice that its my father. My heart drops my eyes lose their spark and my blood boils ready to explode like a mosquito that drank too much. I don’t answer I let it ring and ring, hoping he’ll stop. But he didn’t, he just kept bothering me like a dog begging for food. I called john over, he said “what, what is it hun?” i turned to him with a look that would remind you of a little girl afraid of the dark asking for help to find the light. “My dad called and is still calling.” I looked down at the phone. It starts to ring again, I go to answer it but john took the phone and answered it. My dad on the other line said, “ASHLEY!!??!!?” john looked over at me and said to my father, “Ashley? Ashley who? This is john. Who’s this?” I can tell john was having fun messing with my dad, but my dad didn’t like it very much but I don’t care what he thinks anymore. “ASHLEY, SHE IS MY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER AND I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS AND I AM WAYNE EFAW!” John turned and said “ well sir I don’t know your daughter and this is a work phone so I must go.” I walked away into the living room and sat down. “DON’T SIR ME YOU JERK!!! I KNOW YOU HAVE HER CUZ SHE KNOWS TWO JOHNS!! ONE IS HER UNCEL AND THE OTHER IS HER BOYFRIEND!! SO YOU MUST BE THE BOY FRIEND!?! WHERE DO YOU LIVE PUNCK!!” I could hear my dad from the kitchen on the other line. I was proud of john, he was so relaxed and mellow through out the conversation. “Sir you now harassing me and I will report this call, if you don’t hang up NOW!” about 1 min after he conversation my dad hung up the phone.
I felt relieve and the weight of the world lift off of my shoulders. In a way running away wasn’t a bad idea. I finely got rid of my repulsive father that had the same song run through my head
Broken home
all alone
broken home
all alone
‘I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone to I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Want to know the truth
Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care
If I'm sad or I'm angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
Did the same to you
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
A weak link
Broken home
All alone
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself, living in a broken home
How could I tell it so y'all could feel it
Depression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can't take it back cause it's already done
Broken home
Broken home
can’t seem to fight these feelings
Caught in the middle of this
my wounds are not healing
Stuck in between my parents
Broken home
Broken home
To me this is why kids run away because we are use to being alone or with only one that cares, they give up on fighting and try to run and start over.
Topic: Run Away: it was a class project i had to do..... (Read 1172 times)