Today, we were watching the T.V, and I suggested we watch the news. We play fought and I won the remote in the end. Giggling and sat on top of Charlie and changed the channel.
I was so shocked by what I saw, that for a moment I couldn't move.
"Oh my god!" I said after a few stunned moments. "This cannot be happening! Aughh!"
"Get off!" said Charlie playfully as I slid of to sit on the couch next to him. "What is it now? You are such a drama queen!"
"Shut up and let me listen!" I said, whacking him with a pillow.
The report went on to say how I had run away from home and left everything behind. Then a video of my mum came on screen, begging, pleading, crying for me to come home and resume normal life.
I pointed the remote toward the T.V and pressed the off button.
"Are you okay?" asked Charlie.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll live. Just, erm, give me a minute?"I said. "Please?"
"Sure thing," he said, disappearing out of the room like a rat down a drainpipe.
I sighed and then realised what I had left her with. That was when I decided.
Tomorrow I was going to call home.