It all started when I was just a little boy. My mom used to tell me stories about my dad and how he worked for a secret agency and that is why we always had to move. But I never truly did think that was the real reason we had to move. But I went along with it anyways..
Until the day I turned 15 years old that is when thing started to get weird... I'm getting to far ahead of my self.. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Levi but you can call me "L" or "Le" for short.. Me and my mom have been on our own for a while now because my dad had to go away on a "business trip" and died while on his trip but, I think it is because him and mom got into a fight. Anyways we have been doing some what good on our own. I have been home schooled my whole life so I have never actually talked to a girl besides my family before.. I know weird right. Anyways back to the story..
One night when I was fast a sleep in my bedroom I heard our house alarm go off which was not good. A few minutes later I heard my mom go down stairs to see what had happened. And the when she opened the door I had heard screaming. So I knew that was not good!
I did what my mom told me to do if this was ever to happen.. I reached under my bed and grabbed a bag that had all the essentials I would need to survive on my own. I grabbed the bag and went out my window and slid down the roof to the ground below me.
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Gizem / GerilimWhat if you only had 24 hours to leave everything because you were being chased?