When I was a kid, I wanted to run away and live somewhere cool and interesting too. But I lived a long way from New York, and my town didn't have much of an art museum. So the place I dreamed about running off to was...the mall!
Why not? The mall has everything! I could get food in the food court, play video games in the arcade, and sleep on the beds in the department stores. I had it all figured out. I even swiped a map of my town from the glove box of my parents' car to see how to get to the mall. It was too far away to walk, so I figured I would take a taxi, like the two kids do in From the Mixed-up Files... That was going to be expensive, I figured, so I started saving up for the trip.
I never did run away to the mall. (And I'm glad I didn't!) But what if I had? What do you think would happen if you ran away to the mall? How would you get there? What store would you hide out in? How would you avoid the security guards? What would you eat, where would you sleep, and what would you do with your free time? I don't want you to actually do it. (Really. Don't do it.) I just want you to imagine what would be great about it--and what would be not so great about it.
Here's a first line to get you going:
The only thing that stood between me and spending the night in the mall was a tall, thin security guard named Elijah Sinclair.
There you go. Get to it! Write a story!
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