Once at the time I turned 15 I waited until nightfall to come, than I ran, I ran far, as far as I could. Until I reached a town. It was small. I ran to the town taking heavy breaths. The people liked like hobo's, it was weird, I didn't like it. They started chanting words in my face yelling then, cursing words at me. All I did was walk away into the night, no place to go, no place to call home.