Oops. The police found me again - why won’t they ever leave me alone? Unfortunately, I was drunk at the time - completely out of it in the park. Matt and the others had scarpered, leaving me there.
Now Mum’s locked me in my room. I don’t know whether it’s for going out originally or for getting drunk, though. She’s left the window as it was - a mistake. I spy a way out … I’ll leave it a day or two. I need to recover from the last time, first.
At least being locked in means I don’t have to go to school. It struck me that that would be an easy escape, but my dislike for school is far, far stronger than my impatience. If I was caught, and made to actually go to lessons, that would be far worse than this!