Many kids run away from home. It’s more common than you’d think, actually. I know my parents intended to mean well, but it’s for the best if I leave for good.
I pack the very few belongings I wish to keep and pack up my spaceship. It’s a luxurious vessel with enough space to establish a living arrangement. I am packing slowly and quietly so by the time my parents wake up at the rising of the first sun, I will be as far away as possible. At the very latest, I want to be gone before the second sun.
It’s time for me to forge my own path in this world. I hope to travel across galaxies and see the giant gas planets on my journey.

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