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Chapter one

Luke.

Sometimes I wish my life was different, don't get me wrong, I loved my life, I had everything I ever needed and more. But my life was never interesting or fun, everything was just so repetitive. Everyone had such high expectations of me, I never got the chance to enjoy my life.
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It was rare for me to get in to fights with my parents, I can't remember the last time it happened. But it happened today, and it was really bad. Harsh words were being thrown across the room, I can't think properly. Their cruel words were making my head ache and I didn't know what to say, so I did the first thing that came to mind, I ran.

I ran straight out of the house and on to the streets, I could faintly hear them calling me back, but I didn't stop I kept running and running and and running.

I stopped running, but kept walking, I have no idea where I am, the sun was starting to set and I stopped walking to admire the view.

I sat down on a nearby bench for a rest. I could call my parents and ask them to pick me up but I don't know where I am, I really didn't want to stay out here, but I guess I had too, my parents probably don't care anyway, they were probably still mad at me.

I sighed, I'd really hoped my parents would've been more accepting.

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