Day 3
It's early in the morning and I mean early. It's probably around four AM. I get up from my make shift bed and slowly make my way towards my bag. I search through my bag, looking for what I need.
"Aha!"
I pull out my shampoo and body wash. I grab the towel and swim suit from the outside pouch of my bag. I quickly change into my swim suit, pull on a t-shirt and head out the cave. Its dark out, but I can at least make out of what's around me. I take off my shoes and place them just inside the mouth of the cave. I turn and walk to the right, further away from the beach. The rocky ground makes imprints on the bottom of my feet and the str
Day 2
I wake up and almost forget where I am. I just know that my back hurts. I hear the sound of the crashing waves, and I remember. I ran away from home. I just couldn't take it anymore; I had to get away.
I get up and stretch. Sleeping on the ground makes my back hurt, it's not like I have a big comfy bed out here. I walk out to the front of the cave. It is late morning, probably close to eleven. Damn, I should've put my watch on before I left. I sit down cross-legged at the entrance, leaning my head against the cave wall. It's damp and cold. I start to think.
Do you want to know why I left my home, my friends, and my family? Well, I'm