North of Nowhere

Runaways.
That's what Lily and her best friend Will were. They had been planning their final run away since they were 13, and now at 16 they have finally set it into action.
"We're not coming back." Will said like he meant it, like he could tell the furture. "The reason we ran away like this is to stay away." I looked up from starring at the floor of the train to look at Will. He looked wide-awake, he probably drank many cups of coffee before he came to get me.
"What if we need to come back?" I asked. And it wasn't the first time I asked it. I asked back when we were 13.
"Then we'll fight the urge. Why would we want to come back to this hell-hole? To be treated like we are worth nothing? To be sent to jail? We don't have much to loose." And his answer was the same, just as before.