A Random Drabble

I’ve spent my whole life running, always running, never stopping. I’ve never known what I’m running from, the law, an old friend, a relative? I’ve ran with my dad, wherever he went, I went. It’s still that way; it will always be that way.  We scrounge for money because my dad doesn’t have a job. I want to stop, settle down, buy a house, make some permanent friends, get a real education, but my dad says it isn’t safe. He says something bad would happen. I’m only twelve, I don’t want to die, I don’t want Daddy to die either.