Hi, my name is Kyle, and I live in a family of 3. I live in New York in a small apartment down the block. You know those old, rusty apartments? Yeah. We live in one of those. My family isn't exactly rich, but more of the snobby mean bullies in school, but as adults. My mom's name is Jenna and my dad's name is Frank, they both dislike me, although I don't really know why. I think I can recall a memory of my parents hating me, but I can't exactly tell why. I think it started around 4 years old, and I may have made a few mistakes here and there, but I was still a toddler. I am still trying to figure it out, but currently, I need to know  how to get out of this house undetected. Jenna has security cameras all over the house and Frank is watching over me like a Hawk. My plan is to escape with my friends and live on the streets. This was his plan, he "just" needed a way to sneak into his moms room and steal her phone to delete the Ring app and run out, which his friends would be waiting outside. You might ask, "Where are the things that you are going to live on?" I have that all planned out, we put our materials and all we need in a disclosed area, where nobody will find it.

 

         My friends, who are very trustworthy, and friendly will help me get away. Okay, calm down, calm down, I can do this. Kyle goes into his mom's room undetected, then does what he needs to do. He dashes away and runs out of the house, with Frank chasing after him. His friends run along with him and are about to get away until he trips on his shoelace, which tangles with his friends and they all fall down. His friends were punished and never allowed with Kyle ever again. Kyle was gravely punished and punched multiple times in the face. It would usually take a few weeks for him to recover from these kinds of punishments. Last time he tried to escape, he just wasn't allowed to eat for a few days. Which is fine for him because he rarely gets fed. (Kyle speaking again) Man, if I had just tied my shoelace or dead knotted it, I could have escaped. It's all my fault. (punches his wall) His wall cracks and tumbles down and Frank and Jenna come immediately and punish him even harsher this time. This is the worst time he needed to be punished. He wasn't allowed to eat for a day, and had to sit in a corner for a few hours. This punishment was minor, although it was all the same painful.

 

         The next day, I woke up feeling miserable on a Monday morning. Those days are the WORST. My face was all bruised and I had a pink eye. My friends avoided me at school because my dad Frank came to my school and screamed at the principal to announce for my friends to stay away from me, or else they would be expelled. Yep, my dad is that bad. He would do anything to ruin my life, he thinks of me like a ragdoll and he and Jenna are the archers, he shoots me and I can't do anything about it. It's like Ragdoll Archers, a game in CrazyGames. Anyway I started a new plan, I would try to forge a signature from my parents, to be able to fly with my friends to another country. I know, it's kinda crazy, but if I don't think of some way to escape I will go INSANE. I will try extra hard to improve my handwriting. Currently,  my handwriting looks like a bag of dog poop that has been rotting in the sun, with flies on it too. It's that bad. That's how I will forge the signature and fly away. It might  sound crazy, but I hope it will work.

 

         My plan is to fly to California, and just live there, unnoticed by my parents. We had gathered plenty of money from scavenging my house, and my friends' house for money. I also converted some money from my dad's credit card to cash. We booked a plane, and a month or so later, my friends and I took an uber, and went to the airport. The airport was packed with people, it also had plenty of police guards, and security. We were able to get through all the security unnoticed, but when I was about to board, my parents jumped out of nowhere and tackled me! We fought with each other, and eventually, I found an opportunity to escape. Me and my friends ran away with our parents chasing after me, my dad as fast as a cheetah, and my mom slowly getting through security, without noticing what had happened.

 

         While my dad was chasing us, we turned a corner, and hid. He didn't see us, but when we knew that he was gone, we doubled back and boarded the plane. We were so excited, this was our 3rd time going on a plane, one when I was 5, one when I was 7 and one now. We were flying to California, and everything there was really nice, and it has lots of luscious trees, grass and many animals there. When we arrived, something unexpected happened, there were people looking for us everywhere! There were police, dogs, and some random strangers looking for us. I'm pretty sure that my parents called the police in California and they came searching for us. I guess that they know where we are, and my parents can fly here at any moment. We decided to sneak out, crawling behind chairs, running behind poles and acting like little kids. After an hour or so of jumping around things, we got out, and the style of California was so different, we were sitting on a chair, I haven't sat on a chair in weeks! California was so open, and it wasn't so tight and packed with people, it had huge buildings and nicely paved roads. It was really lively, but there weren't as many places to stay for a while. 

         We could book a hotel for a month, but that would drain our money really fast. Food was a problem because we had to walk for quite a long time before we reached somewhere we could eat. We didn't really care about food because we exercise and can run really fast, but the only problem is that we didn't have shelter. We had to find a good place to eat, be nice and comfortable, and not too loud, we also wanted some shade, that would be nice. We spent the first few days trying to find shelter, luckily we found a good spot. It was located next to a small building, with many places to eat nearby, a nice shady spot, and a comfortable place to rest. There wasn't much shade, but we could do well without it. We set up camp and got comfortable because we still have  more than half a year to be here before me and my friends could find a job.

 

         We lived comfortably, but there were a few problems. In California, it gets hot around lunchtime, and we had no shade, so even if we stayed in our tents, we would still be sweating. The good thing about our spot though is that we have a small shower, because we have a pool nearby which we swim in once in a while. There is also a small dryer that we could use. It was really tempting to go into 1 spot that had a large area of shade, but that was public. We also have a track near our tent, so we could exercise everyday. Around 3pm, the school nearby would end, and we would get a few dollars, candy or just time to talk to them. A lot of them are amazed that we could get here. Although we were living a good life here, I always wanted to be rich, so I could get everything I wanted. We could also flex our money on our parents and watch them beg for some money. 

         When we are allowed to get cars, buy a house, and earn our own money, me and my friends will have a stable life. I will get a Tesla as a car, get a small, livable house and have lush green bushes, and grass along my house, and a backyard where we could swim everyday. If I get these things, we will be on smooth waters for a long time. I also want no parents interrupting me and my friends at the best point of our lives. I hope my parents aren't going to do so well because I don't need them coming to California and screaming at me. I also will try to enjoy life as much as possible because, if I don't, I will have not only a bad life, but also incredulously mad parents when I get a field trip to hell.