There were murmurs behind me, the guard and the janitor having a brief word about something, or someone, passing through. 

The sound of pounding feet reached my ears, and then I was running, flat out - blurring as I moved - running. 

This was breaking and entering - well not the breaking part. But still. If Mom found out, there would be hell to pay.

That was a whole new motivation for evasion, and escape. 

~Raffin