Nothing's Ever What It Seems...

Preface

I placed the note on the kitchen counter and picked up my bag. This isn’t my ideal way of leaving, but my mum would never let me go if she knew what I was up to. I made my way through the corridor and to the front door. My legs almost took me back upstairs to my nice, warm bed, but that would be the easy option. It would also get me no where. So taking one last long look at my house, I kissed the family picture and stepped out the front door.

The End

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