I stuff some things into my old rucksack and throw it on my back. I creep down the eerie hallway of the bungalow. As I pass Granddad’s room, I hear him turn over. I stop for a minute. I hate leaving Granddad. But I have to go, I have to hide from those policemen. They want to put me in this jail for kids under eighteen. I don’t know what it’s called. It’s more or less the same as normal jail, I’m guessing, so I’ll call it jail. “Goodbye, Granddad. I love you!” I whisper to Granddad and hurry towards the front door as a tear escapes from my eye and drips down my cheek. I open the door, step outside, and slam the door shut. I walk down my front garden causually but the second I step foot on the road, I run. I run faster then I’ve ever run before – ever! I tear down the road. Sticking out thorns and nettles scratch and sting me but I just keep running.

I’ve been running for ages and ages. I’m trying to keep it up but I can barely manage to walk now. I collapse onto the road, gasping and panting. I open my rucksack and pull out one of my three bottles of water. I gulp down all the water I can. My face is red. There’s bruises all over my body. Blood is trickling down my legs and arms. I put the cap on the water and stuff it in the bag. Then I lie back against a tree that’s growing wildly out of the ditch. Tears stream down my face. I’m scared. I’m afraid. I hold out my shivering hand, willing Granddad to catch onto it with his own cold, knobbly fingers. But he doesn’t. Granddad isn’t here. I don’t know where I am. I want to go home but I know I have to hide. I have to find a hiding place. So I get up and walk towards a little path. I walk down the path and when I get to the end I see some tall, grassy hills.  I decide to go up a hill and sleep there for the night. It takes ages and I’m really tired but I finally reach the top. I pull an old blanket out of my bag that Granddad gave to me when I was younger. It’s icy cold and windy, and drops of rain are falling. I lie down and put te blanket on me. Now I cuddle up and cry myself to sleep.

I wake up to the sign of sirens. It’s police cars. Their driving up the hill. I grab my rucksack and start sprinting down the other side of the hill. I’m dead. They’ve caught me.