I woke up at 4:oo. Way before mom wakes up, which is around 6. The sun hasn't risen yet, and the moon outlines everything with a silver glow. I throw some shirts, and pants, and an extra pair of shoes. I throw some food in there because I don't know how long I will be on the boat. I write a note to mom telling her where I am going, so she won't be worried. Which I am sure she will be. I slowly push open the door, which makes a faint creaking noise. I look back and fourth, to see if the guards are coming. The ghost is clear.
I start zooming through the waist high grass, passing other houses that look identical to mine. I pause at the gate, and looked for the whole I had been digging since I found out Maxon was my father. After a minute of searching I found it, I rolled under it. I smiled to myself, as I relisied I had just escaped. I better start moving, or they are going to find out I am gone. I sprint, as the weeds scrape against my legs, creating cuts ans scratches. After about a fourth of a mile of running, I take out my canteen and chug. I decide to save some for later, and start on a slow job, about another eighth of a mile. When the sun finally came above the horizon I was at the docks. I saw the ship I was aiming to set sail on, The Estrango. Its white sails, almost transparent as the sun filtered through them, and the wood on the decks, a cherry wood that glistened in the sun. The air was thick with humidity, as I grabbed the huge chain of the anchor.
"Set sail!" A voice boomed. All at once, the anchor started to rise, taking me with it. Before the anchor could squish me, I shimmied through the hall. Finding I was in the cargo hold. It was dark, but not as musty. Dust circled around the air, as I crept around finding hiding places, and sleeping places. Basically making myself comfertable. I finally settled by two trunks which guarded me, from the human eye, the arrangement was also surprisingly comfortable. I felt the ship lurched forward, and the scarpering of feet on deck. Which didn't play well in my favor considering I was trying to sleep. My mind wandered over to my mom, and how worried she probably is. I, then, wonder about my dad. Will he like me? Would he take my mom back? No I wouldn't ask that. That was there choice.
I felt my lids, start to snap shut... here I come Daddy.