Sunday the 15th February
"AAAHH!" mom squealed in frustration. the ticking of the clocks had been out of time since i let the wooden antique drag behind yesterday. it was driving me insane as well but i had to remain strong if i wanted to get rid of Julie.
"Katy! the fricken clocks are out of time, do something!" mom yelled again. someone was going to make me fix the clocks if they found me, so i decided to take a walk. i snatched my sunglasses and shoved as much food and cash that i could fit in my pockets, and left.
the entire street was quiet, just me alone with my thoughts, and my sneakers tapping against the concrete as i stepped. reaching in to the pocket of my sleeveless hoody, i looked to the ground and noticed a newspaper on the pavement, it's headline was: "MAIN ROAD AND CANAL STREETS CLOSED DUE TO A RACCOON RABIE OUTBREAK" this was not good, it meant that Julie would have to stay even longer because our entire section of town was closed in by the canal streets.
"crap." i whispered to myself. my whole plan was to get Julie to leave as quickly as possible, now she wouldn't be able to leave until the all of it blew over! If i went back to the house, with all of the ticking and the Julie and stupid crazy mom and dad, i knew i couldn't have taken it for that long. so i did what any kid who didn't want to go back home would do, i ran away. Only temporarily, until the canal streets and main road were open again, and Julie was gone.
Jawhneggey park, by day: a place where young couples fall in love, by night: a place where people sell love. Luckily, i was there during the day. Around 4 years ago, i had hidden a medium sized, black bag with everything that i needed to run away inside it (i called it a "Go Bag") i only packed the necessities, you know, stolen money, addresses, phone numbers,clothes, food, water, a bucket, blankets and some other stuff that i won't bore you with. Everything i needed to survive on my own. Deep in the bushes on the side of the lake, was my Go bag, hidden, safe and sound...
Or so I thought. Because as I pulled at the strap of the bag, someone else was pulling at the other side.
"Hey! Let go!" It was difficult to get that chump off my bag without making a scene. People began to glance over at me. "We're playing tug of war." I announced so that no one would fret, call the police and send me back to Julie. A scene had not been made but someone was still grasping the other end of my Go bag. So with one questionable movement that I did not think through very well; I yanked at the strap pulling the bag over to my side of the bush and hitting me straight in the face. Landing on my right leg was the chump. With his heavily gelled blond hair and clothes that looked like some sort of snooty school uniform. Not exactly the bag thief that I was picturing.
"Ow!" The chump groaned in pain. He had landed face first on my shin and after the bag hit my face it fell onto his stomach. I didn't let his injuries stop me from making sure that he didn't get the Go bag. So I snatched the Swiss pocket knife out of my sleeveless hoody and held it against his neck.
"What were you doing with my bag, chump? I don't wanna make a scene so just tell me your name and why you tried to take it and no one will get hurt. Got it?" He nodded. I discretely slipped the knife back into my pocket but made sure that it was poking the fabric so he knew it was still there. "Talk."
"I'm Bruce Banner. And-" I cut him off.
"Wait, Bruce Banner? Do you think I'm an idiot? Bruce banner's batman, chump."
"Fine. I'm Patrick Hannings."
"Hannings? As in the rich family from Beadrimm island with the biggest lake house in Jawhneggey park."
"Ya. I ran away."
"Why the hell would you run away from a life like that?"
"It's complicated."
"If I let you come with me to my secret hide out, would you tell me?" It was risky to put up an offer like that but I had plenty of amenities and I was getting really interested in the chump's story.
"Really? You're not crazy or an escapist from juvy, right?"
"I didn't escape, I was released." Patrick eyes widened with fear. "I'm kidding." I reassured him.
"Is the hide out on Beadrimm, 'cause people recognize me over there."
"It is, but I know a place where no one would recognize you."
"Is there such a place?" He said smugly.
"Yes there is such a place,chump."
"Really?"
"Let's just say, no one reads newspapers over there."
