Running away
Two friends ran away from boarding school. They didn't get too far though - they forgot to check when the last train ran. A teacher found them sitting waiting and drove them back again.
That said, it's not just a thing kids do - the urge to just run is built into all of us. Tell us about the times you've given in and run.
( , Fri 11 Aug 2006, 13:03)
Two friends ran away from boarding school. They didn't get too far though - they forgot to check when the last train ran. A teacher found them sitting waiting and drove them back again.
That said, it's not just a thing kids do - the urge to just run is built into all of us. Tell us about the times you've given in and run.
( , Fri 11 Aug 2006, 13:03)
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I once ran away to Leeds...
I hadn't done my psychology homework so I was bumming around for the hour in Newcastle station, and as time ticked round to time for my general studies lesson, I realised I just couldn't be arsed with going to college (this was my second week of college, no bloody wonder I dropped out). I couldn't go home, my parents were still there. Newcastle was boring, there was nothing to do other than go to college, and if I went back to Sunderland I was running the risk of seeing my parents in town. So what to do? Jump on the next train to Leeds, of course! I'd only ever been there once in my life before. When I was about seven, probably, going to the Royal Armouries with my parents, but that's a whole realm of stories to itself. I had to find the venue for a gig we were going to there in October. Got there. Found it. I came back, though, I was having a party that night.
Of course luck would have it that my photography lecturer (lesson I'd missed in the afternoon) saw me in Newcastle station and collared me for missing the lesson, but you can't win them all.
( , Tue 15 Aug 2006, 13:25, Reply)
I hadn't done my psychology homework so I was bumming around for the hour in Newcastle station, and as time ticked round to time for my general studies lesson, I realised I just couldn't be arsed with going to college (this was my second week of college, no bloody wonder I dropped out). I couldn't go home, my parents were still there. Newcastle was boring, there was nothing to do other than go to college, and if I went back to Sunderland I was running the risk of seeing my parents in town. So what to do? Jump on the next train to Leeds, of course! I'd only ever been there once in my life before. When I was about seven, probably, going to the Royal Armouries with my parents, but that's a whole realm of stories to itself. I had to find the venue for a gig we were going to there in October. Got there. Found it. I came back, though, I was having a party that night.
Of course luck would have it that my photography lecturer (lesson I'd missed in the afternoon) saw me in Newcastle station and collared me for missing the lesson, but you can't win them all.
( , Tue 15 Aug 2006, 13:25, Reply)
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