Runaway

by A. Jones
(Texas)

The summer before my senior year of high school, I seemed to have my whole family hate me. I got in an argument with my dad about something small, which grew to an argument with my mom and dad, and ended with me leaving. I left and didnt come back for 2 months. it was hard on my family, but to feel better about themselves, they told the rest of my family what I had done. They said what I did, but left out what they had done. While living with friends, I received phone calls from other family members telling me how bad I was and that they would never be able to forgive me. It was very hard for me from then on, so i started getting advice from other people and their parents. Every night I would lay in bed and just think about the stories and advice I had received from the other people and right things down about each person. I started writing poems about them, nothing serious, just to pass the time. After a while I tried to write songs about them and it came to me kind of easy. They werent great by any means but it was that which gave me the ability to go home and clean up the situation between my parents. I had found something I liked doing and it made me believe in myself, that I wasnt a useless, terrible person.