Teenage Runaway

It started at home, but soon turned into a train ride to the other side of the city. Rain splattered against the graffiti-covered windows and butterflies continuously fluttered in my stomach. There weren't many people on the train, but it was enough to keep me on edge.
As soon as the train slowed to a stop, I raced through the opening doors with my two bags towed behind me. That's when the thought finally set on me; I'm a teenage runaway.