Smashed Eggs

Angela’s house is full rules. They get into your head. 
“Don’t smash eggs.”
“Don’t stand near the microwave.”
“No drawing people when they’re asleep.”

Miranda and Titus run away.

On the edge of a wood quite far from anywhere they set up camp. It’s cold. It’s spooky. But they won’t be discouraged: this is their new empire. There’s only one rule in this joint and that’s that there are no rules.