Even after the horrible thing I had done I was still fighting my mom on everything.
We ended up in court and I ended up in a detention center. I remember that day in the courtroom being the first time my mother and I had agreed on something in a really long time. I didn’t want to go home and she just couldn’t have me there anymore. Our new fight was where I would end up.
The first detention center they put me in I lasted there like 3 weeks or so. Then one night I snuck out the back door and made a run for home, well not home but that direction. I had no real plan that first time. I just took my shoes and a staff cell phone and ran. The only option I had was to walk as quickly as I could before they knew I was gone and the cops were sent looking for me.
I made it pretty far on foot before a truck driver pulled over to ask if I was okay. I was young, it was late, and I was walking down a major state road, it looked concerning. I told him I was just trying to get home and he offered to take me most of the way.
I know what your thinking I was crazy. 16 years old on the run getting into a grown mans 18 wheeler alone. The entire ride I was on the phone with my boyfriend at the time via the cell phone I had stolen.
The truck driver dropped me off and I started walking to meet my boyfriend and one of his friends so we could figure out what my next step was gonna be. It wouldn’t be long before I was discovered missing and soon after that my mom would get the call and the police will be hot on my trail.
It took 2 weeks for them to find me. They were pretty sure they knew where I was but decided to just wait for me to slip up and get spotted on my own, and I did.
After a long through foot race with the cops I found myself back in cuffs and right back where I ran from. Two things came to mind pulling up in front of the detention center. One “these people are going to be all over my ass for taking off ” (insert eye roll) Two “I need a better plan for next time.”
“I rebel; therefore I exist.” – Albert Camus