I snuck out of my bedroom window at 12 am, leaving nothing behind but a wig and a body pillow under a blanket. I jumped 5 feet down to my mothers garden, and ran.

Why did I do this?

Why not?

I hurried down to the graffiti covered train bridge at the end of my neighbourhood that overlooks the Manitoba Red River. There, I sat on the edge and waited for one of my best friends.

He came ten minutes later.

We hurried to grab Slurpees from the nearest 7-11, and walked down the busiest street in my city to a very old, very abandoned bridge.

From there, we climbed from a pillar in the middle of the river to the top of the bridge. We were aware that people had died on that bridge.

We did not care.

He helped me up, as my off-brand converse did not provide much support.

We watched the cars pass by on the functioning bridge, and met a street artist by the alias of 'Toxic'.

I rather like Toxic. I don't know his real name, but he makes memes sometimes. Maybe I'll meet him again.

It was he who pointed out the single cop car that pulled up to the end of the bridge. I was not ready to be arrested that night. I was not to find myself at the back of a cop car at two in the morning.

This was the first cop chase of the night.

I had never run faster.

Me and my friend lost Toxic on the run,  but he is alive and well. The cops didn't  catch any of us.

We found ourselves at a massive park, where a few kids from my school were throwing a bush party. I had heard of these bush parties, but never had I been to one.

It was filled with people who hate me, and who I strongly dislike. It was only on this night that we were all friends.

There were at least 60 of them in the forest. They had lit a bonfire. There was alcohol and weed, and that was predicted. I wasn't expecting the cocaine and acid. I didn't take anything. I was already high off of the adrenaline of the night.

At four in the morning, the cops came again. At least 10 cop cars pulled up. A few people I know got arrested, but me and my friend were not going to be part of it. I grabbed him by the arm and we fled. He decided to go home after the ordeal, so I went off alone.

I returned to my house at 5:30 in the morning.

I was never caught.

I'm probably gonna do it all again tonight.