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The Runaway

Will.

"The engines are failing! We got hit, bad! We're going down!" The pilot says as we are doing all we can to save the plane. "Can you land it?" I ask. "Where am I supposed to land, we're in the middle of the ocean!" I look around for any islands, any small slithers of hope, because we need it. "There!" I scream out. I point to a small island far away. "Can you land there?" I ask. "It's too far away, i can't save the plane." The pilot sits down and looks terrified. "This is it, we're gonna die in this plane. Will, I'm sorry, it was great knowing you..." I start panicking. "No, we can't... We won't... OH GOD W-" Another lightning strike hits the plane.

A week earlier.

"Will, downstairs, now!" i hear my dad yell from the kitchen. I go down the stairs and open the door. "Will, did you use my credit card to buy yourself a car? How could you be such a disappointment, i though your mother and me raised you differently, but apparently you need to be taught a lesson. No phone, no computer and you're not leaving your room until I say you can!" "This isn't fair", I think to myself, "everyone I know has a car, but I can't have one?" I go upstairs, into my room, and slam the door shut. I lay down on my bed and start to think. "I wish I could just get away from my parents, just run off somewhere... But where would I go? It's not like I know anyone who lives more than 5 miles from my hometown." I get up, sit down at my desk and grab a notebook. "Right, what would I need to runaway, a vehicle of course, food, some money." I write down everything I could think of. "And now for the hard part, actually obtaining everything on the list."

A few days later I have almost everything I need, including a plan. I am going to England. I'm going to buy a small plane and just fly away. I don't know how to fly a plane, but how hard can it be, right?... I need a pilot.
I'll find one later. First I need to get out of this town and get to an airport.
I go downstairs as quietly as possible and open the front door as I hear a voice behind me. "Where are you going?" My mom asks me. "I'm just going for a night walk, don't worry, go back to bed." "Just don't make it too late, okay?" "I won't, love you mom." I step outside and get to my car. "step one is done." I say to myself as I drive off. I drive into the next town and look for a bank. After a few minutes I stop in front of a small town bank. I go in and, as expected at midnight, I'm the only customer. Behind the count is a twenty-something old bored girl, as she sees me come in she shoots up. "Hey there, how vocab I help you?" she says exited as if I'm the first person she has seen in months. "Hi, I'd like to withdraw some money." I say. "Sure, how much would you like to withdraw?" "Well, I know this is kinda weird, but everything." She looks confused. "Really? All right, but if I may ask, why?" she asks with a suspicious undertone. "Well I'm going to travel to England." I don't mention the part where I'm running away, details don't matter, right? "Oh that sounds awesome!" she reaches behind her desk and brings out a form. "Just fill this in and you're good to go." 
Step two is done too.
I get in my car with a bag of money and drive to the airport.
I park my car go into the hangar. Some guy is cleaning a small plane. The guy is about 30 years old and seems pretty nice. "Hey, is this yours?" I ask. "Yeah, just got it last week, nice right?" The guy says. "It's awesome! 'Ever fly over the Atlantic with it?" I ask "Not yet, why? " He asks confused, but curious. "Wanna fly to England together?" I ask jokingly, not expecting a serious answer. "I do have a month with nothing to do, and it would be kind of fun, wouldn't it?" he answers surprisingly serious. "Really? I can pay for gas if you want." "That would be great." He says. "Are you 100% sure? I don't want to push you." I'm amazed and exited. "Meet me here tomorrow 6 am, then we'll go."

So I'm really gonna do this, I'm really running away? From my parents, my friends, my town. I'm leaving everything I've ever known. I think it over one last time before I go to sleep in my car. I wake up, get out of my car, go to the plane and my new pilot and friend is already there. "Hey, are you ready?" he asks. "Ready as I can be." We get in the plane, I look back one last time, and we're off.

I realize I don't even know the guys name so I ask: "By the way, what's your name?" "I'm Ron." "Well Ron, you're crazy for doing this." "So are you." He says. "I know"