As I walked home from a long pointless day at a local video store I worked at with Jen and Cliff I was very quiet. They both looked at me concerned. I looked at them confused and a bit worried that they knew what I was planning. "What?" I asked finally annoyed by the glances. "Tim, man we need to ask you a question." I nodded very aggravated. "What's with clearing out your entire bank account? I cleared my throat not nervous just trying to save time while I came up with an excuse. "I well I was planning on saving for college. I mean you guys are going already in September I figure it's my time to go." I was impressed at my quick thinking. "Oh ok" They seemed almost pleasantly surprised by my lie. I couldn't tell them the real reason I couldn't tell them I was leaving. We walked a little more until we got to my house. I was relieved to see that dad wasn't home the first part of my plan can come into action.

My mom died a few months ago when a drunk driver hit her head on. Dad and I never got along and after mom died we hardly talk unless he is in a drunken stutter and coming after me. Whenever he enters the room I immediately leave to avoid any confrontation. I am 18 but am skinny and he can throw me like I'm nothing.

I walked up the stairs and into my room. I opened my closet and got out a book bag and two duffel bags. I filled the gym bags with my clothes. I then shoved a few things in the gym bag. I heard dad come home I could hear him opening the refrigerator. I went to my door and closed it and put my dresser in front of it. I then sat at my computer and started to write a myspace blog. The only people on my list was Jen Cliff who are my best friends and Jason and his sister Jasmine two friends who I just met at a local wrestling show who happened to live near me and happened to be related to Jen. Talk about a small world. I started to type my Myspace blog.

(Hey guys this will be my last blog for awhile. I'm leaving town for good. I can't take my dad anymore. I decided now that I graduated High school and didn't get into college. Yeah that's right I didn't make the list. So now I will start over somewhere else. I don't know where but I promise you guys I will call you. I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you guys but I knew you'd try and stop me. Goodbye for now.)

I then got out a piece of scrap paper and started to write a letter to dad.

(Dad don't try and find me, I'm fine and I'm eighteen so you can't make me come home. I am going somewhere to start over to make something of myself. You always made me feel like I couldn't but I know I can and I will prove everything you thought of me wrong. I might contact you in the future. Goodbye)

I then heard him walking up the stairs. I sat the letter on my bed and tossed my bags down onto the wooden back porch. I grabbed the window and pulled myself over the edge and shimmied down the side of the house until my feet hit the wooden floor. I let go and grabbed my bags and fled. I didn't know where or how I was doing this but I was doing this.