Will Grace

Chapter One

Will sat slumped against the wall gazing off into space and occasionally glancing at his sister Rosalyn as she played with her dolls. Will was a very privileged child, he had everything a kid could ever dream of but he was in all truth very un-happy. His father had inherited the title as the Earl Of York and since then he never seemed to have time for Will. Although He showered Will with gifts Will craved not material goods but attention from his father. He would have traded every single possession he had just to have five minutes with his father.

Wills father had once been Wills best friend and they had spent every minute of their spare time together. Since becoming an earl his father spent all his time with other earls, lords and ladies. Wills mother had died when he was very young and so he had no family left but his sister who had never known his mother or father. Will felt incredibly alone and hurt that his father would prioritise all his snooty friends over his own son. It was no way to live. Will decided at that exact moment that something had to be done. He had been thinking the same thing a lot lately and he decided it was one to put thoughts into action Will was going to run away...

That night Will went down to dinner, he trudged through the halls looking glum before taking his seat at the enormous dining table. He was served all sorts of wonderful dishes from tender roast beef to warm comforting figgy pudding, but Will ate nothing. He felt so sad and so determined that he just refused to eat. Course after course he sat there with his head hung in sadness letting his food go cold, he eventually asked to be excused and ran back upstairs to his room.

He pulled out his satchel and began to fill it with things he thought he might need...
He packed what he though to be some essentials:
• Some money
• Some clothes
• His smartest outfit (he had no idea what he was doing)
• a toothbrush
• a notepad and pencil.

He didn't really know what else To pack so he just hid the satchel under his pillow and waited for the maid to come and tuck him in. He sat in bed for what felt like an eternity, just thinking and waiting. Eventually he crept out if bed, grabbed his satchel and headed for the door. He gingerly opened the door and crept along the corridor. CREAK! The floor let out an enormous creak and Will leapt backwards and ducked into the nearest room...

It was his fathers room, he felt very uncomfortable in this room but he had no time to think about it. He scrambled under the huge four poster bed and lay there barely daring to breathe. He heard the maid come up and saw a light from her lantern as she walked by. He waited until he was sure that she was downstairs and crept out from under the bed. He meticulously snuck down the corridor and crept down the stairs as quietly as he could. He carried on through the corridors and cautiously opened the door. He went out, flattening himself against the wall. He saw a light coming round the side of the building and sprinted across the lawns and out through the gate. He was hit by the realisation that he was now officially a runaway. This thought drove him on further, he carried on running not daring to stop. He ran down the driveway stopping at the bottom for rest. Cautiously and keeping to the shadows he walked to the cycle shed and got out his bicycle, he hopped on and rode off into the countryside.

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