The sun son bright through my eyes. Where was I? Then everything came back to me. Yesterday my sister had arrived home for a short one-day vacation from college. Tomorrow was her birthday and with that many things going on, I wanted to do something nice for her and stay out of trouble.
Like that was possible. It was only yesterday that I got in a big mess because I ran away for the second time this week. But things just don't work out for me that well. Now I got in trouble because I got into a fight who tried to steal my money before I got home.
I only got that money because I got some sales in the fire-breathing business. My parents saw my obsession with fire and punished me by giving me a job that they thought was going to get rid of me sooner or later.
But instead, everyday working for that job I got stronger and stronger. Somehow I felt a strong connection with fire. The manager finally saw my potential and gave me a raise. I then ran directly to school late as always.
The school bully on the other hand was fat and seriously overweight. He just saw my money and took it straight from my pocket. I saw it all from the corner of my eye, the nerve of some people. So you could guess what I did to that giant pig.
No, not tell on him to the principal. I punched him straight on the face. The kid's big hand clutched the bill even tighter. Was this kid just asking for it or was he really this dumb? I wrestled him to the floor and wouldn't let go.
When h was to distracted because of the fight, I stole the money from his pocket and hit him one last time with an iron pole. He fell onto the floor. Ouch, that was going to hurt. I ran straight home for half an hour to see I disappointed mom glaring at m.
Let me tell you somethings about my parents firt. My mom is a sweet and sour person, nice yet dangerous when angry. I understand hr feelings which makes her my closest parent. My dad on the other hand is a mean cold-hearted drunkard who doesn't care about a soul in the world.
My sister told me they know about the fight and how I hit that bully with an iron pole. Oh yeah, his mother was a rich lawyer who could pretty much sue me for what I did. I heard my dad coming in. My reflex was to run for my life. A few days earlier I had packed a bag in ca I needed to run away again.
But now was different, I was ddetermined never to go home again.