In one way, I didn't want to leave home, it was where I grew up; where I spent my childhood. I loved it, but I couldn't stay there anymore, not with my family not being able to understand me and not trusting me with anything I say.The only person I could tell where I was going was my bestfreind,she'd never tell anyone, where I was or what I was up to, I could trust her with anything!
I slowly walked down the stairs, checking the bottom floor to make sure no one was around to see me. I stepped into the kitchen, it was silent and the surfaces were all clean, the room had the smell of bleach and air freshner lingering in the air. I took a quick look around the living room door, the television was on low and spongebob was on. Then I quickly walked to the bottom of the stairs where I had dumped my bag, grabbed it, slipped it onto my shoulder. I slammed the door, the fresh air - made me feel free like a wild animal.
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