Just a story that popped into my mind late last night
Prologue: Longing for Adventure
"I HATE YOU! I wish you were dead!" Mom yelled.
I sat outside on the steps, looking out to the horizon. There just had to be something better out there...a life of excitement and adventure,not a life of constant verbal abuse. Maybe sailing across the sea to explore distant lands,or searching the deserts for rare and valuable treasures. I was sick of Mom telling me that i was nothing and worthless