The Scribbler 2012

Anna Lee grade 8 Go Home Janey I was fourteen years old when I decided to run away.

A gawky, unpopular, misunderstood, and generally ignored girl, I didn't think anyone would even notice if I was gone. And if anyone were to notice, the conversation would only go as far as: "Hey, where's that girl Jane Delesario?" and then: "Who?".

Living in one of the greatest cities in the world, New York City, I thought I knew everything I needed to know about the world.

As it turned out, I didn't. Now, the story of my running away is a unique one, because unlike what you might be expecting to hear, nothing bad happened to me. I wasn't flagged down by a creepy middle-aged man, I didn't get lost, and none of my things got stolen. In all truthfulness, the period of time between my leaving and my finding home again was approximately 10 or 12 hours, and during those 10 or 12 hours, I learned things that helped me throughout my whole life; and it was all because of Bowie.

When I first had the idea to run away, I knew instantly where I would go. You see, I lived in New York City, on the Upper West Side, but I hadn't lived there my whole life. I had lived in Portsmouth, New Hampshire until I was six. I lived in a little two-story house painted light blue, with a white door and a red mailbox on 43