Paper Sacks and White Shoes

I didn't think it would take this long, but I have finally rested enough to write another story. Before I start with a new story, let me finish an old one.

If you are wondering how the runaway story ended up, so am I. The story ended like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. It fizzled for a while and then it just went out. (My friend) stayed at our house for two nights (per her parents request). The twins and I dropped her off at school Monday morning. She went home Monday after school and I have heard nothing since. This was definitely a story that was better in the middle than in the end.

I don't understand kids running away today. They're crazy, running away for real. I told my Mom I was running away one time. Mom put some of my clothes in a paper grocery sack, faked a couple tears and told me good-bye.

Me: I'm really going!

Mom: I know, that's why I'm crying!

I walked out on the porch, I looked in my paper sack and turned around.

Me: Hey, there is no food in here.

Mom: I know, I thought you could buy some food when you get to where you're going.

Me: There is no money in here.

Mom: I thought you could get a job.