'My name is Henry...'

Henry thought to himself.

'*Not Horrid Henry.'

Henry was beginning to get frustrated. After years of belittlement and 'troubled kid' stereotyping from pretty much everyone around him, he decided to run away from home... If you could even call it that. He was sixteen now, yet everyone still treated him like he was ten.

For a moment, he thought like was getting better; his parents were beginning to give him more privileges, and he even got with his crush... Who ended up cheating on him. He was just fed up with it...

He'd been out of the house for about 3 days straight, and was currently sitting in front of a gas station, gripping the candy bar he shoplifted from it about 2 hours ago. He'd ran out of the money he brought with him yesterday evening, so he was left to shoplift from a random gas station. Not that he cared... He'd probably go to jail eventually, anyway. Best to get it over with.

"..."

So he sat silently, opening the candy bar with more aggression than necessary, before beginning to eat it. He felt a bit of guilt for stealing, but pushed it down.