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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In my youth...
...my 'best' friend (i.e. he was older and would shit on me whenever he felt like it, but he was cool so I looked cool with him) set fire to a neighbours fence with me nearby.
He said I lit the fire and it was all my idea.
Cue months grounding from the 'rents.
So I wrote a letter to my mum stating that as no-one believed i didn't do it i had taken my pocket money and got on a train to London and I would contact them in 18 years or so.
Funnily enough i didn't go to London but hid under my bed until mummy found said letter. She screamed hysterically for 5 minutes then stomped off to my friends house across the road. I watched gleefully as my 'best' mate got the beating of his life for making her precious little soldier fuck off far away.
It was funny until she returned home to find my giggling in the living room.
I have never been beaten so hard with a rolled up newspaper in all my life, and the only time i left the house in 3 weeks was to do my paper round and go to school. Im still a little twat now...
( , Tue 15 Aug 2006, 19:32, Reply)
...my 'best' friend (i.e. he was older and would shit on me whenever he felt like it, but he was cool so I looked cool with him) set fire to a neighbours fence with me nearby.
He said I lit the fire and it was all my idea.
Cue months grounding from the 'rents.
So I wrote a letter to my mum stating that as no-one believed i didn't do it i had taken my pocket money and got on a train to London and I would contact them in 18 years or so.
Funnily enough i didn't go to London but hid under my bed until mummy found said letter. She screamed hysterically for 5 minutes then stomped off to my friends house across the road. I watched gleefully as my 'best' mate got the beating of his life for making her precious little soldier fuck off far away.
It was funny until she returned home to find my giggling in the living room.
I have never been beaten so hard with a rolled up newspaper in all my life, and the only time i left the house in 3 weeks was to do my paper round and go to school. Im still a little twat now...
( , Tue 15 Aug 2006, 19:32, Reply)
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