I ran away from home when I was a kid lol. About 8 or 9. Living with my mom at the time, and I skipped school for like three days straight. But eventually the school phoned home of course, wondering where the hell I was. Now, my mom worked some few days a week only, but it wasn’t a fixed schedule. The days were always different. So in those three days what I did was pretend to go to school, and I’d come sneaking back home in early noon to see if she was home or not. She wasn’t the first two days, so I sat around at home, acting normal when she got back. But on the third day lol she was home, and before I got anywhere in the yard she threw the door open and is like WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING lol. So I just darted off lol. She tried to come after me but it was Winter and she just had a bathrobe on. So, I was so scared that I decided to run away to my dad’s place. Problem is, he lived in another neighborhood, and I couldn’t have walked all the way there even if I had known how to get there. But damn it, I managed!
I barely spoke a single word of English, but I managed to gather information about what bus to take to get there. I knew the number and the place name next to it. My milk money wasn’t enough to cover the fare, but an old lady actually gave me what I needed for the bus after I bummed it offa her lol. She seemed extremely concerned about seeing a little girl asking for bus money, I guess I would be too. I told her I was running away because I didn’t want my mom to beat the crap out of me, and she offered to call the cops. I was like NO WAY they’ll bring me back lol. So, she gave me the money and that was it, far as I ever knew.
I never thought to ask later, but I wonder if my mom had called the police or not. Those 48 hour waitings for missing kids don’t apply if you KNOW what the kid did, right? But anyways, I didn’t encounter any police officer during that ordeal.
I eventually made it to my dad’s hood, although the bus ride was so long, and the road taken was different from what I recalled when I was driven to my dad’s place every second weekend. I was SURE I took the wrong bus, and asked the driver, and he’s like naaah right bus, now sit the hell down lol.
So I knock on my dad’s door in his apartment building after walking some ways to reach it, and when he answered I’m all like I wanna come live with you and started bawling lol. But, of course, he couldn’t do that, so he had to call my mom to tell her I was there. But I spent the rest of the day there, he called his girlfriend over, they cheered me up, we had dinner then my mom came to get me and I was all like, this sucks.
Surprisingly though, she did absolutely nothing, she barely mentioned it, and never brought this up again. I did hear her talking to others about it, and for those who cared to listen, she insisted that I ran away because I was afraid of the consequences that the school would throw at me. At the time, my school was the last fucking thing in my mind lol.
A year later though, my dad won my custody in court. About four years later, I had to go live in group homes. XD
JARRED XD
And of course, I ran away from those all the time too. But I was in my teens, it was way easier and it almost became a habit lol. My dad didn’t mistreat me like my mom did, but he couldn’t keep a job and drank too much, so I was always put in some group home while he ’‘smartened up’’, got a job and all. So it was an on and off thing. But I didn’t enjoy the group homes, and I always left for like three, four days, sometimes a whole week, and just lived outside or crashed at random people’s places. Sometimes I came back of my own accord, got in trouble and grounded. Some few times, when I had to deal with the police due to underage drinking or just being an idiot with a bunch of other idiots, they’d see in their computers that I was ’‘missing’’ and brought me back.
I went to visit my dad sometimes too, but not often at all, because in cases like this, he had to notify either the group home or child services where I was if he knew I ran off, and usually he was the first to be called when I did run away. Sometimes I lied to him and said I was just visiting lol. Once, one lady and another older girl from the group home I was staying at were driving around, and they happened to see me during one of my escapades. So they pull up and go, okay, get in. I did what I had done that time I ran away when I was a kid; I just bolted lol. But it wasn’t too bad in the group home escapes, I had fun pissing em off and hanging out with punks all day. It’s not like that story when I was little, and completely terrified lol.
I guess my teen escapades really aren’t running away; I mean I stayed more or less in the areas. Just breaching curfews for a real long time. But it’s close enough haha.
Also this post is way too fucking long. Story of my damn life. XD
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