Still on the Run

The police were still looking for me. I had to live a life on the run, because

of someone I though was my friend, now my enemy. I couldn't go back to my

house. Was this the only place that I knew. That answer was yes. My dad

died before I was born. My mum died when I was three. Now they have found

me. For the rest of my life I will be rotting in a jail cell because of something

he did. I got hit in the face the other day because I just wanted to stand up

for someone else in the prison. I heard that today, at lunch, they are literally

going to kill me, so...goodbye.