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Stories from a shaken home #5 (still based on true events) (PG)

October 12th, 2006 · 1 Comment
Stories from a shaken home


I propped a chair against the door and looked around. I saw a big mess, a gigantic nerf(tm) gun, and a fire escape. If I hid in the mess, my dad would find me, if I attacked him with the nerf(tm) gun, then he would have put me in more trouble. So, I climbed out the fire escape, went around the back door, grabbed my stuff and ran out the door. I grabbed my sword in case he tried to follow me, and then went back to the park. After making sure I had everything, I started out into the intersection. Thankfully, there weren’t a lot of cars. I reached into my pocket and felt nothing. I reached into my other pocket and also felt nothing. The photo! I’d left it behind! I didn’t know what to do, and I thought I heard someone say, “Use the Force, Luke.” I saw that somebody was watching Star Wars IV in one of the houses and I shook it off. But, I couldn’t forget the photo, so I ran back. I sneaked upstairs, opened the door silently, and tiptoed into my room. I pulled out my flashlight, found the photo, and left. I saw that my dad had stopped pounding on the door and one of our cars was missing. He had gone off to look for me! I didn’t care. He could look until the end of his life, but I really didn’t care. But…he had gone off to find me, and maybe he cared about me…what should I do?!



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  • 1    Ignore this Title » Weekly Authentic Scavenger Hunt // Oct 18, 2006 at 2:08 pm

    […] Mark called me in for dinner. Like I’d listen to him, after that horrible moment where he’d pushed me too hard and I’d broken my arm. My heart longed to forgive him, but I couldn’t. I wanted to run away but to where, back to the city, to boarding school? Mark called me again. I set down my paper and sighed. “Be there in a minute,” I yelled. […]