10 Y/O:
His epithome of rage was when he heard one of the employees (the only one left who was still trying to talk to Traviz) telling somebody at the telephone that Traviz needed a psychologist, because of 'further reputation'. That was enough. Dad was an alcoholic demon and mom was a missing bitch, and he'd be the one to go to a fucking... No way. At that day, he decided he'd run away, for good. Why haven't I done this before??
But it was not easy. His house had, like, too many guards and guarding dogs. The mansion's perimeter was totally secured, not to mention the many locked gates and impossible high walls. He was doomed... Unless he escaped while going to school or to that fucking psycho... It was ridiculous, though. He tried to escape so many times, but he had always some guard with him, whether going to school or to the psycho (with whom he had fun last time, destroying all the stupid toys in that place) and the guards were much bigger and faster. He would not give up, though. Even if he had to die trying.
11 Y/O:
He had to have a plan, for heaven's sake! But which plan? He hated tracing strategies or complicated things. All he wanted to do was spread running, like a bolt, leaving all the idiots behind. He was a good runner, but he wasn't Flash. Flash would have certainly escaped that prison... So he decided that the main plan was to run faster. Yeah. So he took action. Though he hated school 'till its core, he was committed to at least one subject: physical education. Not that he needed too much effort, though. He was better than anyone else there. He didn't care if he was constantly dropped out of all teams he got into (for he made sure to pick up a fight with whoever stood in his way, or to break all the possible rules during the game or doing nonsense things, like robbing his team's partner ball); the main thing was to train how to dodge from things and run away from them, in general. Not that he acted consciously. He was having so much fun pissing everyone around and being able to punch someone every now and then, that he almost forgot his escape mission (since every time he got home he was so tired of making riots and shouting and going to director's office that he threw himself on bed, drained).
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General FictionHis world was gasoline and spark. From flame to flame the boy carried on his life. This is the life of Traviz O'Brien. He is just a boy, engulfed by the flames of a harsh world. An angry rich father, a crying mother, a cruel friend. Until the very d...
