I glance around at the stiff boxes and floor and grimace.
"This place is really, uncomfortable to stay in for long periods of time." I mumble to myself before going back to shifting through boxes in search of useful stuff and possibly blankets or pillows. Suddenly I come across a box that didn't want to move. I stand up and try picking it up. It didn't work.
"Guys, this box won't move, could Ya help me?" I ask after I moment of struggle. I lean on the box when it suddenly falls. I fall with it into a hole.
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Runaways
AdventureThree kids. One destination. Where is their destination you ask? Away. Anywhere but where they left off. They have almost no belonging or food and definitely no home. Their always on the run. Why you ask? Their running from their parents, from thei...
