I Was a Teen Run Away
My parents never really loved me, they said they did, but I didn't believe me. They abused me (my mom sexually and my dad physically) as a kid, then as a teenager they emotionally abused me. I hated my parents, then the thing that sat me off was last summer when I did something that pissed one of my friends off, and he then turned all of my other friends against me, so there I was a seventeen year old with no friends or real family.
I had met a girl online the March before that who I knew and trusted well, and it was July 5, 2009 that I decided to runaway. I called her up, and she was glad to help me out, and no one knew about her that I knew, so it was perfect. I sat the date, January 29, 2010, the day after I turned 18, so that it would be perfectly legal for me to do this, and over the next six months I saved about $1200.
The day came, and everything was perfect, my parents were going to be in Phoenix and left the house early that morning. I then got up early, packed, then went to school (so I could get my records). After school, I drove to the airport, left my car there, and got on a 5:00 flight to Chicago.
Six months later, everything is going great, my girlfriend's family and church have taken me in with open arms, I finished my last semester of high school and going to the University of Missouri this fall to be a pre-med major. I have not talked to any of my family or ex-friends since I left.
I had met a girl online the March before that who I knew and trusted well, and it was July 5, 2009 that I decided to runaway. I called her up, and she was glad to help me out, and no one knew about her that I knew, so it was perfect. I sat the date, January 29, 2010, the day after I turned 18, so that it would be perfectly legal for me to do this, and over the next six months I saved about $1200.
The day came, and everything was perfect, my parents were going to be in Phoenix and left the house early that morning. I then got up early, packed, then went to school (so I could get my records). After school, I drove to the airport, left my car there, and got on a 5:00 flight to Chicago.
Six months later, everything is going great, my girlfriend's family and church have taken me in with open arms, I finished my last semester of high school and going to the University of Missouri this fall to be a pre-med major. I have not talked to any of my family or ex-friends since I left.