As I sprint through the forest with over half my body weight on my back, I approach my new home, an old run down shack “This will have to do.” 
I push the door ever so slightly, and it loudly creaks open. As my steps get louder in this old house. I set my things down and just stare in astonishment “This is my home now.”

It’s a week into spring as I sprint around my forest of a backyard feeling the different textures and rough bark on my hands. I don’t have siblings when my mom’s at work I’m incredibly bored. As I run around “BOOM” “BOOM” “BOOM” I got excited. I know my mom’s home;that’s her stereo system. I sprint to the driveway and wait as I see the car pulling up. 
“Hi, Mom.” 
“Hey, Son.” 
Hugging her as I follow her into the house to her room, I see her put a wad of cash on the dresser from work. 
“Dinner will be in 10, Honey.” 
“Ok, Mom.”
I go to my room to get on the game. Click, click, click. “Man, these controller buttons are  loud.”
“HONEY, TIME TO EAT.” 
“IN A MINUTE, MOM.”
 As I finish the round I’m on, I run to the kitchen and sit down at the table, shoveling food into my mouth.
“Hey, mom, can I have some money for my game?”
“No, you shouldn’t waste money on that.” 
Of course I pretty upset, so I scarf down the rest of my food, run back to my room and got back on my game.
I play my game, and soon after I’m done being upset I want to talk to my mom about the fight we had just had but really I wanted to ask her again. Walking out into the living room, my mom sat on the couch and past out almost immediately watching the TV. My body full of rage and soon that rage turns into sadness. I  sprint to my room my eyes tearing up. “I never see her; she's always at work.” 
“HUU.” 
I wake up sweating bullets as if something is out to get me, I notice no noise in the house but me. A note on the table reads “I love you son, see you after work” I was so mad and sad I just didn’t know what to do. I need to escape leaving this place far behind me but just didn’t know where to go.
I walk outside to my backyard, blades of grass brushing my ankles. I venture farther and farther reaching the  railroad tracks. Across the tracks, I catch a glimpse of an old, run down shack. Then I hear Mom’s stereo bumping down the street. I reach my backyard out of breath, and I walk the rest of the way to my house. “My mom had made it into the house before me.” As I make it inside I noticed that my mom has already started on dinner. Sitting in the living room I watch some TV to pass the time while I wait for dinner.
I hear the clanking of glass plates, I know my mom is almost done with dinner I don’t wait for her to yell I turn off the TV and sit at the table waiting patiently. After my mom makes me a place we both sit down and eat it being silent the whole time I didn’t even bring up money or anything for my game. I begin to formulate a plan of how to steal that money. I wait for my mom to pass out on the couch watching TV before I can execute my genius plan. I hear my mom snoring, so I peek around the corner and low and behold there she is already deep asleep.
 “Time to execute my plan.”
I creep to my room as quietly and as fast as I can. I grab a bag and stuff clothes, snacks, and anything else I think I need. “I’ll come back for my TV and console later.” Throwing the strap of the bag on my shoulder, “It feels so heavy,” I creep toward my mom’s room remembering where she always puts her wad of cash after work. I grab a couple of hundreds seeing all of what she had. “She won’t notice two gone from this giant wad of cash.” 
“SLAM!” The wind blows the screen violently shut. “I know she’s still asleep, she’s such a deep sleeper.” 
 I sprint through the forest with over half my body weight on my back, trying to make it to the shack. Tripping over a branch, I scrape up my knees a little. I get up and continue running. SHHH TOOT, TOOT, TOOT. There's a train on the tracks, I crouch down and wait a minute for the train to pass. The train passes, so I stand up and hurdle over the tracks. I approach my new home, an old run down shack “This will have to do.” 
I push the door ever so slightly, and it loudly creaks open. As my steps get louder in this old house. I set my things down and just stare in astonishment “This is my home now."