I Ran Away to the Cops!

"I want to move with my dad!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. All I remember is seeing this four foot eleven

inches, milk chocolate, semi- grey haired woman look at me and the next time I looked up, all you could hear

was POW! "Don't you ever in your life yell at me like that again, you understand me? Again, are you crazy?" my

mother sounded off at the same time she back handed me. Now see most children would say sorry and act like

that had sense, but not me. I looked at my mother and trying to be as mean as possible. "If I stay here, all you are

going to do, is screw me up like you did my older sister and brother!" My face balled up and tight lipped, with an

eyebrow cocked up and trying not to blink. "Nina go up stairs and get my belt. Before you bring it down, run your

bath." My mother's voice was calm, but her face was tight, her hand on her hips, and that little size six foot, was

tapping away. I knew I had pushed too far. I was all of about fourteen years old and thought I was just as grown

as my mom. I was stubborn and determined to moved with my father. Whiling walking up the stairs, which on

this particular evening, it seems like the longest hike of my life. My brain was ticking trying to think of the most

effective way to reach my goal. Ding, suddenly the lightbulb in my head lit up. I was just going to leave. So I

started to run my bath. If I was going to run away without notice, I had to appear to be doing what is told. I went in

my room and grabbed my book bag. I couldn't think. I was walking in circles all the while still grabbing a change

of clothes. I made sure to grab my toothbrush, comb and brush and my teddy bear. Now it was time to decide on

how to leave without getting caught. I had decided since we lived in a two story apartment that was conjoined to

a one bedroom, that I would take the window to get out. Luckily my neighbors roof was right up under my

window, so all I had to do was move the screen and step on out. Well at least until I had to get off her roof to

jump down to her porch. I took a pillow from off of my bed and dropped down on the porch. See what I figured as

the when I jumped I would land on the pillow. Humph, boy was I wrong. I jumped and missed the completely. I

landed on my hip on the brick layered porch with the pillow right next to me. For me to say I said ouch would be

an understatement. But I had to move fast. It was a cool spring night, the sky was clear. The air was crisp and a

couple doors down a small group of people had just witnessed my jump. As I picked up my book bag and pillow

and began to courageously limp past them, their faces were a mix of sympathy, laughter and confusion. I just

continue to limp on by as if the were not even there. My mother kept me pretty guarded so I was in for a treat as I

walked down Chestnut Ave. I was walking fairly relaxed, and with every noise I heard my walk turned into a brisk

jog. I had never been exposed to drug addicts, prostitutes, gun shots. It seemed as though every corner I

passed, I witnessed something new and a little scary. Music always soothed me so I began to hum to myself. It

worked for a little while until strange men asked me if I could give him any money. I told him I didn't have any and

speed past him. Just as I got a couple blocks further, I was approached by a black four door Lexus with tinted

windows. In a blink the car slowed to a stop and the passenger side window slid down. Aye lil' mama you need

a ride? It ain't safe out here for lil' sexy woman like you walking the streets." A young male that appeared to have

corn rolls and was smoking a blunt said with a devilish smile. I managed to crack a smile in one corner of my

mouth, as I replied "No, I'm good." I was so shook up at this point I realized I didn't really have a destination. I

was to stubborn to go back home so I decided I would keeping going. I was walking past the corner store and

coming up on the police station. Right then another light bulb went off in my head. I could go to the police station!

I walked into the station and went to the first officer I saw. By this time I was breathing heavily and looked like I

was going start crying. The officer looked at me and said "Ma'am are you alright?" I looked at him and

a tear rolled down my cheek. "I ran away from home, my mom doesn't know I'm gone! I don't have anywhere

to go and I just want to go home!" I belted out in a breath. The officer looked at me, then to another cop, then

back at me. I could tell they both wanted to laugh, but were holding it in. He asked me for my home number and

called my mom. She was so scared and angry, I didn't know what to expect. The cop once off the phone told me

he would take me home, but I was going to have to ride in the back and in cuffs. I didn't care I just wanted to get

home. Upon arriving home I saw my mother and my pain in the neck, little brother standing in the yard

waiting for me.