Runaway Prisoner in the Making...

Chapter 1

 All my childhood, I was brought up by my Dad. My mother died when I was born and I can't stop believing it was my fault... I wouldn't say my father was a bad influence on me, although most of my school friends disagreed. Micheal, for example, always used to point out:

"How come your not going on the school trip?"

"I don't want to this year..." I mumble, hoping he will just let it go already.

"But you never go! I mean, I don't want to sound desperate. It's just I want you to come!" He shuffles his feet nervously as I take a bite out of my sandwich.

I swallow hard at the tension between us and eventually answer, "Micheal, do you really want to know?" Eyeing me suspiciously, he nods and pulls me into a classroom, alone."Well, my Dad won't let me. He says you have to be strong and give up what you love, in order to get what you want..." I frowned at the thought of being punished just to recieve worthless things in the future.

Micheal pulled a confused face as he took a short step closer, peering into my eyes. "You like the Museum of Natural History?! Dude, I just thought everyone wanted to go for the snacks... I mean I like dinosaurs and all, but-"

"That's not the point, Micheal! I want to go out with the rest of the class, that so hard to understand?" I raised an unamused eyebrow as he thought about his answer carefully.

 "Sam, my dream is to bunk off like you do. Don't act like it's a chore."

"But I think it is!" My mouth open in shock that someone would take advantage of school like that, I stumbled towards a seat. It clanged noisely as I pulled it out from under the grasp of the table.

"Not so loud, the teachers will catch us in here!" His eyes were wide open and his chubby finger pressed against his lips. Micheal looked like the average 10 year old apart from obese. He wasn't morbidly obese, just fatter than most people. His brown hair covered his eyes, which were hazel. His mouth was always chewing on something. Me for instance: I was very skinny and had dirty blonde hair with black highlights - yes, they are natural and yes, they look ridiculous. My green eyes are like neon lights and my mouth is pulled into a curved sly smirk.

As if by magic, the door began to creek open with a large figure stood in the doorway. "Hello?"

"Hide!" Micheal shouted as we plunged - more like dived - into a set of chairs. We tried breathing quietly but it failed, so instead we decided not to breathe at all.

"Haley, honestly. There's no one in here - just us. Now, about that field trip..." Mr Bennet waddled in and shuffled some papers about. After that, him and Haley (Ms. Grape) talked about seating.

"How long do you think they'll be in here?" I asked Micheal who seemed to be chewing a pencil.

"Huh? Oh, er... Until the bell goes?" He swallowed the rubber and looked in a bit of pain. *GULP* He made a sickening noise with his throat and signalled with his thumb that he was feeling better.

"Well done, Sherlock. I mean when does the bell go? I have to go all the way to room 124!" I panicked.

"And this is room 6, you'll be fine." He smiled and grabbed a ruler to nibble on. Seriously? I have to make my way past 118 rooms in a matter of minutes - I will NOT be fine. I don't class myself as a nerd, but I want choices in my life. 

My ears pricked up as the teachers began to mention me, "So... Sam Frost." I couldn't see who was saying what because I was facing the wall but I definitely heard this:

"Is he coming? Oh wait, I bet you a fiver he isn't!" They laughed and the other one said:

"No, his father won't let him again."

"Why not this time?! What's his problem?"

"We don't know but I'm pretty sure we should talk to Sam about it." How dare they!

"Good idea, how long of lunch do we have left?"

"Erm let's see... 35 minutes." 

"Ah great..." Micheal whispered. I shushed him and leaned closer to hear more.

"OK, you look for him on the yard, I'll go the Cafeteria."

"Sounds good, if we don't find him, meet back here in ten minutes." 

"Alright, bye Charlie." - That was obviously Ms.Grape.

"See you soon, Haley." Chuckled Mr. Bennet.

***

"You gotta get up sometime, Sam." Micheal insisted, chewing on a pen.

"No, I don't. I'm going home." The thought zoomed into my head, why didn't I think of it before. This was perfect!

"Why..?!" He spat out his pen and slumped down next to me. Well, it was bad timing because I stood up just after. "Oh geez, Sam!" He panted and struggled to get up and eventually settled for the comfort of the carpet. 

"Because I'm being raised by my Dad, and as far as I know. Running is best - not only is it good for you, but it helps you leave your problems." 

Micheal sighed and just simply said, "Alright, whatever. Just don't ask me to run..."

"Right then, if they ask, I wasn't in today." I patted his back and grabbed my rucksack.

"Sam, you know I can't lie..." He looked worried, very worried.

"Thanks mate!" I ran off before he could even swallow another rubber. I skipped through the school's entrance and ignored the quarreling Office Lady's complaining voice. After escaping the school grounds, I headed towards my house - boy, was my Dad going to be pleased with me! A smile of triumph covered my oval-face as I raced through the intwining roads...