The smell inside the living room was so strong I gagged. The mix of alcohol and cigarette smoke was sickening to endure every day and most likely unhealthy.
My mom was sleep on the couch surrounded by a good amount of empty bottles. Good. My plan would require her to be asleep for as long as possible.
I trudged up the stairs and locked my door. I pulled the stuffed black backpack out from under my bed. I unhinged the lock on the window and stepped out onto the roof. I glanced back at the small room one last time before shutting the window and jumping of the roof. The fall wasn't to high, but the landing it still sent a jolt up my legs. I regained my balance quickly and made a sprint down the road I had just walked on.
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Runaway
Short StoryI don't know what to write for a description. I have never written anything and shared it but this was my first one. Can someone give me their honest opinion on if I should write more stories or stop now? I know there might be a lot of grammar mista...
