It all started the day I was forced to leave home. I guess it was all my fault, I had dues to pay and I didn't want anyone freaking out. So without a single word I didn't return home, I practically fell off the face of the earth with my best friend. It's been almost three years now since I've been in contact with completely anyone back home. Until, one day, we had a plan. We were escaping. Will our plan work? Or will we go down with the rest of the fools that dared to try run?