You stole my heart.

My name's Ruby. I'm 14. They're the only things I know about myself. Well I know some things like I'm not crazy, and that I need to run if I want to live. That's what I've spent the past year doing. Running. Running from a single lie that has changed my life forever. But I can't stop now. I tie my dirty blonde hair up in pleats (or French plats) and run. I climb onto a bin and onto a balcony, before clambering up a ladder and into an open window. nobody home. Perfect. This lie, it's a big lie, I didn't tell it but it's all about me. it all happened when I was out with my friends, just hanging out. When I came home I saw my mum motionless, dead. When I looked out the window someone was looking. A policeman. I quickly changed into a denim jacket and jeans, took some money from the safe and left. Never looked back. That was it really. I hear a police dog barking. "Looks like I have company." I say. So I raid the drawers and cupboards. I find a bar of chocolate and £50. I still need to get rid of that dog. I pick up a rock and throw it away from the back street. The dog runs towards the sound and I quickly throw myself out of the window. After I get down to the ground I head for the unknown English Ghetto. I hide there most of the time because the police don't even know it's there. The only problem is it's incredibly dangerous. There are always people going missing, dying and people being assaulted. I'm going to have to watch my back.