Bloodlines Gone Sprinting

My name is Chanuka. I bake under the sun 6 days a week, with the exception of Sunday. My job doesn't reap me too many benefits. I hate my boss too, and I put this on everything, if he dare touches me or my parents one more time--I will kill him, and all near and dear to him. I should only kill those near and dear to him, so he can suffer.

Everything he says is phony speaking of the day we _retire_. I'm here to say scrap that it will never happen. If you desire something in life, you must go out and achieve it your goddamned self. Which is why I conspired an escape for all of us "employed" by this opressive sack. We will escape to the North where opportunities are bountiful, until we return _home_. That's where I hear our beckoning call.

The next day came. The plan is to be carried out on this day. I was approached by 2 tall, pasty guards, and my _boss_.

"C'mere boy!" Boss said.

I sprinted away from them. I left detailed notes for my colleagues. I love you Mom and Dad we will meet up soon.