BOOM! Fell the TV stand holding my dad's brand new 50 inch TV. I look around in disbelief as I wonder if I had been the only cause of this catastrophe. How could this happen I was only reaching for the rugrats DVD, I thought. My mind roamed with suggestions of what I should do. Being 7 and all I felt as if running away would be smart. So I went into my room and packed my favorite TInkerbell Pj's, my toothbrush , a shirt, 2 packs of fruit snacks, and the 12 quarters and 10 dimes I had in my piggy bank.. I believed this was i needed. As i walked out the house my dad had pulled into the driveway. "OH.MY.LORD." was the thought that roamed my mind. I felt a big knot in my throat, my underarms began to sweat, and my eyes began to water.I could see the confusion in my fathers face as he wondered what i was doing out side. and just then his lips parted,
"Where are you going?", he asked in a strong tone.
As i burst into to tears I softly said, " Im running away".

"Running away?", he questioned.

I lowered my head as I said, " I did something bad, and im scared im going to get a whooping."

"So you think running away will solve you problem?", he curiously asked.

"No daddy", I said in the cuttest little voice.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hose. I dodged that bullet , but i alredy knew there was no gliding past the whole Tv fiasco. Immediately I ran into the bathroom.