The Runaway By Richard Perrett
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The Runaway By Richard Perrett It was a warm spring morning and Charlie woke up dazed and sweaty as the dappled sun from the trees percolated through the shabby navy blue blind hanging from the wall in his 'new' bedroom. His room was void of all objects apart from the blind and the bedding on which he had slept that night. The carpet in its hay day had been blood red but was now a sick grey colour. The walls were blue with stars, which dominated and brought a certain homely feel to Charlie's bedroom His parents had moved here for a new start, a new beginning. Although they had only been at their new home for less than forty-eight hours, they were already fighting in the kitchen. Charlie wished he could curl up and hide forever, from the world in which he had been brought up...


