Sailing with the Stars

1:06 am I lie in wait,waiting for my parents to switch off the TV and go upstairs to bed. But they haven't moved since 10:00 pm. I haven't slept a wink and I can't. This is the night we escape. Like slaves being set free from mindless years of captivity. Or animals being let into their wild habitat. It had to be planned carefully. But there is this voice in my head,questioning if what me and Tom are doing is right.

I know I'm going to miss my family,like crazy,but Tom can't leave. I won' let him. I will kick up such a fuss and scream and shout.

I  hear movement, the bedroom door close. It's time.

I collect my bag of food,pots pans,water,waterproofs,clothes,cutlery,plates,toiletries,toothpaste,toothbrush and £250 pounds from my birthday money. With my bag on my back,I carefully sneak downstairs. Creep out of the door,lock it, and post my keys through the door. Even if I wanted to,I couldn't go back,I owe it to Tom. 

So now I wait on the sand on the Local Beach of my town and hope and pray he comes. Minutes later,he is sitting beside me,with a big blur rucksack,clanking around.  "Ready to go?" He asks.

I sigh and reply "Yeah,I guess so"

"You need to be totally sure on this . I don't want you to regret it" He presses on. 

I sigh again and say more confidently "I am positive!"

We load up the boat with our things and silently begin to drift away into the night. 

The End

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