3- For Real This Time
I remember deciding to run away, but for real this time.
“Tylus! Tylus you’re late, your dad is already outside!”
I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the paint chipping off the ceiling. “Coming, Ma!” I shouted back. I quickly pulled on my work pants and boots and looked outside—Dad was wearing a t-shirt so it can’t be that cold. I rushe…