Runaway

Franks Pov.

 I've not had much time to upload lately but summer is comming and i should do more then. As its 00:06 0n the 27/06/11 in NorhernIreland  and I have a packed day I better be going to bed. :D

Franks Pov.

I never knew my Dad to well he was never around and when he was, he didn’t seem to like me very much  as he would never acknowledge that I was even there but it was better that way as otherwise he’d just shout at me. He only ever once was civil to me but at the same time it was evident he would rather not be anywhere near me, I could never figure out why until electric jolted my memory about my mum telling me I’m named after my father which at the time was incredibly confusing as Bob has nothing to do with Frank so it must be that he’s not my biological father by he brought me up and worked to keep food on our table. I don’t know where he works only that he’s good at his job.

Whenever I go to school I never get how everyone is so blank in the form of teachers or happy in the form of other students. It tends not to make sense to me for some weird resign my mother just said that I’m more mature than them or that I’m cleverer, but each time I catch her looking at me, I always see the same thing, the same concerned, worried and distant face. 

I guess that’s what drove me to books and music (I mean proper music not the stuff you normally get now). That has scared my mum more than anything else, I’m not sure why. When most people have time to themselves they would normally relax but I have never relaxed, meaning that I have never let my guard down and I am constantly worried about having no friends whether my clothes are cool or not. I guess that only having one real friend damaged me in some ways, I’ve never had to trust many people with anything. Now that my Mum has sent me off with (well to me) a complete stranger, it’s so different like something I have never even heard of except when ever my parents were fighting.

“Frank” said Electric Thunder.

“Yea” wow I really have ingenious replies.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just thinking about my mum.”

“I know you didn’t want to leave her but you had no choice and it’s for the best. Anyway she would have just tied you up, forced you into the car and make me drive off, that’s just the kind of loving woman she is even if she wouldn’t come herself she made you come. You may not know it yet but she saved you.”

“I never knew she was THAT stubborn.”

“You didn’t know her in high school little man. You should have seen her one day in maths she talked the most stubborn teacher into not teaching us anything for the day and do you know how.”

“No.”

“She told her that she’d stop talking to her for the rest of the day. Your mother may have been stubborn but Boy was she smart. Apart from when it came to English but no one like English.” I glared at her. “Well no one normal anyway.” She corrected herself.

“Hey that’s no fair I love English and I am not weird.”

“Yeaaa... ‘bout that...”

“HEY!!!! And they say I have no manners well the school board defiantly have not met you!”

“Yea well. I’m just one of a kind I guess. A part from your cousin Barry he’s really really bad with his manners. Have you noticed how you find it easy to take offence at my jokes?”

“Only the really crap ones.”