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Okay guys, I wanna share a story with you but only if you like. However it's not finished it and I tought about sharing one chapter every second day but well only if you like. It's a Christian story and there may be some mistakes in it because I'm German so my English ain't the best but I'm trying my best. So just tell me what you think about it and if I should continue sharing it with you. However God bless you 
A thousand times he had done that. A thousand times he had written this letter but it remained always the same. One way or another things rarely changed. Life was in its fundamentals always as the day before but today this simple rule would be suspended and set. This one time he would break from everyday life, leave it behind.
Only a stitched backpack was left of his possessions. Nothing but that he would take into the unknown and he no longer needed. Substantive complained the mind. Following this motto he would from now on life, even if he himself still was not quite aware of. Who knows his own future and his way? So much knowledge would drive us crazy, eat us up inside. And this young man could not take anymore really.
He put the same old letter to the old bed in which nobody would probably ever sleep again. Never again would a person have to cry in these pillows, never again would he have to cry in these pillows.
The last thing he was packing before he closed the backpack was a photo in a simple lightbrown wooden frame. He briefly thought about whether it would be better to let the frame here then decided against it. He did not want to risk that the photo tears. Now everything was ready and he had no choice but to wait. Whenever he had to wait he played the same simple game, if you could even call it game. A little leftover from childhood . He knotted his fingers, he began by trying to clamp the middle behind the index finger, then the ring finger behind the middle and finally the little one. As children they had always made a race out of it, now it was just a measure to reduce nervousness. This terrible, hot-blooded nervousness.
The alarm clock on his bedside table showed 11:55 pm. Shortly before midnight and just before the new beginning. He knotted his fingers now faster and more hectic. He would never forget this night. With trembling hands he opened the backpack again and checked its contents. The most important things were in it. Then he put his hand to his neck to make sure that the long leather cord with the small silver cross was still there. He turned it gently in his hands as if afraid to break it. Then he pressed it to his lips and kissed the shiny metal.
Layne came in the room and he made it quickly slide under his T-shirt. He had not heard her coming down the hall. That was one of her strange, though genial characteristics: she was as quiet as a cat. He called her, therefore, paws, even if she hated it.
>>There you are. It's about time<<, he whispered.
>>I am exactly on time so don't complain<<, she snapped .
Another thing that encouraged the comparison with a cat.
He just nodded, pointed to her brown, smaller backpack and she handed it over to him without question. Its content was complete and Layne took it again. She was actually a pretty girl with her chin long, brown hair, sometimes golden or reddish reflecting the sun light, but tonight her face had lost any colour and she looked tense and sickly. He had seen his sister rarely so serious.
>>Are you ready?<<
She just nodded as he opened the window. Layne had to help him because his fingers were shaking too much.
>>Then let's go, little paws.<<
>>Bye, shit house. Bye, childhood. On that we never see each other again<<, she whispered without referring to the hated nickname.
So much unusual hate and contempt in her voice. Usually he was the one to freak out but although tonight was shaking his body his mind was unusually quiet.
On the outside wall of the house a fire escape was installed added a little rusty but it would stand it. It was, after all, only the third floor. He moved over to let Layne pass by. She would be the first to go because she was quiet, small and maneuverable. No one would notice her climbing action. He, however, was tall, rather clumsy and noisy. If he went ahead and messed it both would get caught. So he could get his little sister to safety at least .
She swung herself over the ledge to the ladder and he admired once again how beautiful she managed to do that. In less than a minute she had scurried down and now she was waiting on the sidewalk for him. Somehow he found a way to get on the ladder without falling down and landing infront of Layne's feet. Then the shaky descending action began. Some times the rusty metal groaned under his weight and he had the feeling as if it would break but miraculously it stopped and he made it relatively quietly down.
The siblings looked at each other. He smirked as only he could. Then they ran. Again she was the faster but only by a hair and as she was running like a proud wildcat he did like a wounded rabbit.
After less than five minutes they had reached the nearest underground station and their train towards the airport was already waiting. Up to this point they had planned the action and also without a ticket they came to the airport. Fortunately, relatively few inspectors were working in the middle of the night. But from here on they had no further plans forged. They stood in the great white check-in area with high ceilings and felt so small and lost like never before. At the same time they were under time pressure.
>>What now, Vince?<<, Layne asked with a stressed expression.
Vince was her big brother and she almost expected that he was omniscient and knew where to go along. And this time she did not get disappointed.
>>To the information.<<
He took her tiny hand and pulled her along behind him just as he had done when she was four years old.
At the information a young woman stood only a few years older than Vince and smiled at them kindly. She had a cute face and long, blonde hair.
>>How may I help you?<<, she asked usual friendly without going into the stressed and tired expression on their faces.
>>We need a flight, as far away as possible<<, blurted out Layne .
>>Let me talk to her, paws<<, he breathed .
>>Then You should rather go to my colleague over there.<<
She pointed to an elderly lady a few rows away. She was slightly grandmotherly, though she was probably only in her forties .
>>Oh, children, what's the matter with you?<<
>>We need a flight which goes as far away as possible but also isn't too expensive<<, said Vince as calmly as he could.
>>How much do you have?<<, she asked only because she realized that these children had to leave. Right now. No time to explain.
Only now Layne noticed that the woman was not talking to them like they were adults as the young woman before did and that was why she had the feeling that this lady could really help them.
>>One thousand.<<
>>I guess I can get a flight for you<<, she said kindly.
>>For both<<, he added soberly .
A soft >>Oh<< was all she uttered.
>>Let's see what I can do.<<
About five minutes she typed on her computer and a few flight announcements later she smiled at them.
>>In ten minutes there's a flight to Cancun, Mexico and a few seats are still available, even two side by side. Under these circumstances, I can sell you with employee discount for 970 pounds.<<
Layne almost hopped of joy and hugged the woman past the separating wall.
>>Thank you so much<<, she grinned .
>>Now hurry up, kids. The flight is at the other end of the airport.<<
Vince gave her the money, thanked her again and then pulled his sister who held the flight tickets clasped in her hands. The second time that night they ran as fast as they could and it turned out to be a blessing that they were traveling with hand luggage only.
Two minutes before departure they may have entered through security and still ran up holding hands down the aisle to their seats. They were centered in the corridor but that was no problem. The two were not here to watch the clouds.
A thousand times he had done that. A thousand times he had written this letter but it remained always the same. One way or another things rarely changed. Life was in its fundamentals always as the day before but today this simple rule would be suspended and set. This one time he would break from everyday life, leave it behind.
Only a stitched backpack was left of his possessions. Nothing but that he would take into the unknown and he no longer needed. Substantive complained the mind. Following this motto he would from now on life, even if he himself still was not quite aware of. Who knows his own future and his way? So much knowledge would drive us crazy, eat us up inside. And this young man could not take anymore really.
He put the same old letter to the old bed in which nobody would probably ever sleep again. Never again would a person have to cry in these pillows, never again would he have to cry in these pillows.
The last thing he was packing before he closed the backpack was a photo in a simple lightbrown wooden frame. He briefly thought about whether it would be better to let the frame here then decided against it. He did not want to risk that the photo tears. Now everything was ready and he had no choice but to wait. Whenever he had to wait he played the same simple game, if you could even call it game. A little leftover from childhood . He knotted his fingers, he began by trying to clamp the middle behind the index finger, then the ring finger behind the middle and finally the little one. As children they had always made a race out of it, now it was just a measure to reduce nervousness. This terrible, hot-blooded nervousness.
The alarm clock on his bedside table showed 11:55 pm. Shortly before midnight and just before the new beginning. He knotted his fingers now faster and more hectic. He would never forget this night. With trembling hands he opened the backpack again and checked its contents. The most important things were in it. Then he put his hand to his neck to make sure that the long leather cord with the small silver cross was still there. He turned it gently in his hands as if afraid to break it. Then he pressed it to his lips and kissed the shiny metal.
Layne came in the room and he made it quickly slide under his T-shirt. He had not heard her coming down the hall. That was one of her strange, though genial characteristics: she was as quiet as a cat. He called her, therefore, paws, even if she hated it.
>>There you are. It's about time<<, he whispered.
>>I am exactly on time so don't complain<<, she snapped .
Another thing that encouraged the comparison with a cat.
He just nodded, pointed to her brown, smaller backpack and she handed it over to him without question. Its content was complete and Layne took it again. She was actually a pretty girl with her chin long, brown hair, sometimes golden or reddish reflecting the sun light, but tonight her face had lost any colour and she looked tense and sickly. He had seen his sister rarely so serious.
>>Are you ready?<<
She just nodded as he opened the window. Layne had to help him because his fingers were shaking too much.
>>Then let's go, little paws.<<
>>Bye, shit house. Bye, childhood. On that we never see each other again<<, she whispered without referring to the hated nickname.
So much unusual hate and contempt in her voice. Usually he was the one to freak out but although tonight was shaking his body his mind was unusually quiet.
On the outside wall of the house a fire escape was installed added a little rusty but it would stand it. It was, after all, only the third floor. He moved over to let Layne pass by. She would be the first to go because she was quiet, small and maneuverable. No one would notice her climbing action. He, however, was tall, rather clumsy and noisy. If he went ahead and messed it both would get caught. So he could get his little sister to safety at least .
She swung herself over the ledge to the ladder and he admired once again how beautiful she managed to do that. In less than a minute she had scurried down and now she was waiting on the sidewalk for him. Somehow he found a way to get on the ladder without falling down and landing infront of Layne's feet. Then the shaky descending action began. Some times the rusty metal groaned under his weight and he had the feeling as if it would break but miraculously it stopped and he made it relatively quietly down.
The siblings looked at each other. He smirked as only he could. Then they ran. Again she was the faster but only by a hair and as she was running like a proud wildcat he did like a wounded rabbit.
After less than five minutes they had reached the nearest underground station and their train towards the airport was already waiting. Up to this point they had planned the action and also without a ticket they came to the airport. Fortunately, relatively few inspectors were working in the middle of the night. But from here on they had no further plans forged. They stood in the great white check-in area with high ceilings and felt so small and lost like never before. At the same time they were under time pressure.
>>What now, Vince?<<, Layne asked with a stressed expression.
Vince was her big brother and she almost expected that he was omniscient and knew where to go along. And this time she did not get disappointed.
>>To the information.<<
He took her tiny hand and pulled her along behind him just as he had done when she was four years old.
At the information a young woman stood only a few years older than Vince and smiled at them kindly. She had a cute face and long, blonde hair.
>>How may I help you?<<, she asked usual friendly without going into the stressed and tired expression on their faces.
>>We need a flight, as far away as possible<<, blurted out Layne .
>>Let me talk to her, paws<<, he breathed .
>>Then You should rather go to my colleague over there.<<
She pointed to an elderly lady a few rows away. She was slightly grandmotherly, though she was probably only in her forties .
>>Oh, children, what's the matter with you?<<
>>We need a flight which goes as far away as possible but also isn't too expensive<<, said Vince as calmly as he could.
>>How much do you have?<<, she asked only because she realized that these children had to leave. Right now. No time to explain.
Only now Layne noticed that the woman was not talking to them like they were adults as the young woman before did and that was why she had the feeling that this lady could really help them.
>>One thousand.<<
>>I guess I can get a flight for you<<, she said kindly.
>>For both<<, he added soberly .
A soft >>Oh<< was all she uttered.
>>Let's see what I can do.<<
About five minutes she typed on her computer and a few flight announcements later she smiled at them.
>>In ten minutes there's a flight to Cancun, Mexico and a few seats are still available, even two side by side. Under these circumstances, I can sell you with employee discount for 970 pounds.<<
Layne almost hopped of joy and hugged the woman past the separating wall.
>>Thank you so much<<, she grinned .
>>Now hurry up, kids. The flight is at the other end of the airport.<<
Vince gave her the money, thanked her again and then pulled his sister who held the flight tickets clasped in her hands. The second time that night they ran as fast as they could and it turned out to be a blessing that they were traveling with hand luggage only.
Two minutes before departure they may have entered through security and still ran up holding hands down the aisle to their seats. They were centered in the corridor but that was no problem. The two were not here to watch the clouds.