“I’m bored!!,” said Tyke, in a flat, disconsolate voice. It was summer, and there was a sort of attractive scent in the air. We were sitting on a chair in the porch of my friend, Green’s house and eating the same old squashy potato chips, made by Green’s mom. Our lives were dull, and we wanted a little fun, so we wanted to do something adventurous. We were chatting, about the beatings we got from our teachers that day, when Tyke came up with the idea of running away from our homes. I told him that the idea was flop, while Green told me it was not, and to give it a second thought. They told me to run away with them that night itself, and I agreed to it. Then we made a plan, and in the evening, were in our homes, making preparations for the escape. I packed my bag, which consisted of some t-shirts, pants and cosmetics, tied it to a rope, and hid it under my bed. I told my parents that I was going to sleep in the guest-bed that was situated in front of the main door, which led to the main street.  At midnight, somehow, I took my bag, and got ready for the break-out. I went to my father’s room, where he was sleeping, snoring, and making weird breathing whistle-like noises. I secretly put my hand under my father’s pillow and ‘fished out’ the key to his safe. Then I went to the safe, which was located near the kitchen, and opened it. It was the most terrifying moment of my life. I took an amount of money close to $2000. I took it and then started for Green’s house. Then I woke Tyke up, who was staying at Green’s, and then three of us started our journey to a new life. We could hear the howls and screams shrieked by the stray dogs. The screeching of bats, the squealing of pigs (not sure it was a pig or not) made us shrink up close to each other. Then we reached a hotel where we took only one room for accomodation (not because we did not have the money, but for we were afraid that the ’squealing pigs’ would come attack us if we slept alone). The days passed merrily, and we were leading a luxurious life, not having to give accounts of the pennies I spent, to that old cripple (dad).