The last time I wasn't alone was the day I ran away.

It was Monday morning, before school. I was packing everything I needed for my getaway in my school backpack and was rushing out the door. While I was grabbing my jacket, my mom grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Why does your backpack look so much bigger?" She asked me. I knew she would ask that, so I said what I rehearsed.

"Project. Busy day today!!" I smiled and half-grinned.

Then I left the house for the last time.
I walked the same way I did every day to school. Instead of stopping at school and walking in, I kept walking and walking until I reached an alley way. I turned into the alley and dropped my backpack, my shoulders burning from carrying the backpack for so long. I pulled my blanket out of my backpack and found a cardboard box. I pushed the cardboard box against the wall of the building next door.

Then I went inside and placed all of my belongings inside and the blanket draped on the floor. I sat on the blanket and sat there.

What am I supposed to do now? Is this what homeless people do?

Wait, they look for stuff in trash cans... right?

I got out of the box and walked around. I was so bored right now, I don't know how I'm going to make it for the rest of my life...