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She was in math class when she decided that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if she just got up and ran out. Just ran, left her bookbag and purse and books. But where would she go? The question was so simple, but held so many possibilities. She kept picturing a forest…. a dark one… maybe that one by the farmer’s house. No, that could be easily guessed, right? How about getting in her car and just getting on that highway, the one that no one ever takes because it went somewhere no one ever wanted to go. Yea that sounds good. She looked around. Half of the class was asleep or near it. Yea, the highway that no one takes was a good idea. How would she do it? Just quietly slide her chair back; no one could see her preparing. Then she’d stand straight up and bolt for the door. Ms. Landing may yell for a while, but she wouldn’t chase her, she had other students to worry about. Security would be called; they’d be looking for her. Then the call to her parents… that would be bad. She hadn’t thought of them. What would they do? Mama would get mad, yell at the caller for a while. Daddy would call her cell, ask what was wrong. Oddly enough, she didn’t care. She wouldn’t have to deal with that, right? Was she planning on coming back? She hadn’t thought that far either. She just wanted to get away for a while. She didn’t know what was bothering her, she was just suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling that if she didn’t get up and run out at that second she would shatter. There was something welling up inside of her that was threatening to burst out. She decided; it was necessary. So she would jump up, as if there was a fire drill and she would just run, she would need her car keys though… and her drivers license… which was in her purse… and some money, after all, she didn’t know how long she’d be gone. It was too much work to run away she decided. Because, of course, she’d need clothes… which would mean she’d have to stop at home… and that would ruin the spontaneity of it all.

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"I like to think that the whole world is my friend"


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The following comments are for "Run"
by supergranny

Call me dense, but
I can't say I get it. There's not really any action here, and what tension there is builds to nothing.

Maybe it would work as a short commentary on the thought process, but otherwise...I just don't get it. Sorry.

Dillo

( Posted by: QueasyDillo [Member] On: October 29, 2004 )

Obviously
Obviously it does build to something. The girl decides in the end not to run, lack of spontanaeity...I really liked it. A quick short read that makes you think... Good work.

( Posted by: frenchie [Member] On: October 30, 2004 )

run
i like it because it depics how the thought process of running away goes in a lot of teenagers heads. they have it all planned out but then something really petty might ruin all their plans and cause them to stay.

i hope that this comment makes sense. i cant think too well...my roomates are having a dance party in our room right now.

jimmy g

( Posted by: JimmyAndHisRocket [Member] On: October 31, 2004 )

jimmy
yea, it makes sense to me. thanks for the comment... dance party? lol

( Posted by: supergranny [Member] On: October 31, 2004 )





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