It was the first of June.  

Dear Mom...

That was the day I decided to run.

                                 ...and dear Christie and Jane...

Home in New Jersey was no longer home.

...You've probably guessed this by now, but I've decided to run away.

Home is a place where people care...

  Because what happened wasn't my fault.  

A place to hide in the darkest of times...

...It was an accident, which you refuse to except...

          Not a place to hide from.

   ...yes, technically it was all because of me.  If 

I had been home on time, he would still be here.

  If I had followed the rules, New Jersey would still be home.

   If I had done what I was supposed to do, the way Christie and Jane would...

Not a place to run from.

  It was my fault.  I was past curfew.  It was almost 10.

      ...then dad might still be sitting at the dining table,

    making another lame joke no one cares about...

 Dad went off to bring me home.  And ground me.

        ...well, we care about those jokes now, don't we?
   But it was an accident, alright?  I didn't mean to...

And 

That

Is

Where 

Things

Get
Quite

Interesting.