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“She” was a monster. “She” caused hurt to everybody, physically, mentally. No one strayed or touched her things when they were alone – for fear of being “attacked”. “She” was also the laughing stock in class, because there was one flaw in her armour that everybody knew. If you hurt her in a group, she would not come back to get you. In a way, it was like the predator turning into the prey, a savage cycle that the students of form class 4D were in, and which revolved around “her”.

“Move! Grab it! Grab it!” cheered the class enthusiastically as Marcus managed to secure one of “her” things. This time it was a pencil, and they dropped it into a bin with a sign pasted on it, reading, ‘THE MONSTER’S STUFF’. This was a sport that the class played during recess, where they would queue up and take turns to circle around “her” table to snatch her belongings without getting caught. At the end of break, they would tally up the number of items seized and compare it to previous high scores. Then after school, they would gather in a group and empty the bin outside in the dirt. “She” always waited till they were gone before salvaging whatever was left of her belongings. It was cruel, but fun, and the most exciting part was when “she” would literally pounce on someone who was too slow. Today it was Ed.

After Marcus triumphantly pranced around them, Ed stepped up to the line. He had hardly gotten a chance to do this before and now he was all geared, like a lion ready to make its move. Becky lifted the “flag” and Ed darted out from under it, his eyes glued to “her” diary. Everyone around knew that he was going for her most precious possession, one she spent most of free time writing in when they were not bothering her. Unfortunately, Ed had made too big a show of his intentions for there was a glint in “her” eyes that revealed she had knowledge of that too.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Ed’s hands rested on the blue book and he tried to jerk back, mouth wide open for a catcall, but the waiting predator made her move before the scrawny boy made his. The diary flew up into the air and landed into the hands of the mesmerized class as “she” landed on Ed and began raining blows on his back. It was a few moments before “she” realized her diary was in the hands of her antagonists.

A mighty roar, and uncontrollable sobs before ‘she” pushed her way out through the now frozen crowd and they could hear her banging lockers as she ran past. This was history. “She” had reacted in a different and more serious way, by fleeing the scene. The class burst into guffaws and some hurried over to soothe and congratulate Ed. Finally Marcus’s voice was heard over the din. “Hey people, we got her diary, so lets read it!” There was a mad rush as everybody huddled together, bending over Marcus as he flipped to the last page and began to read.

“Dear Diary,

I think this will be my last entry ever. They have too much for me to bear. My parents were wrong when they told me I would be able to fit into a normal school. If they had told the school about my disorder, I would not have to explain to people when I have outbursts, but I never will get to explain seeing the way they treat me. How can I ever tell them that when I am overcome with emotion, I react in savage ways? I will still be cast aside no matter what. But they have hurt me more than I have them and I just cannot take this. People have turned against me for as long as I can remember. Now it is my turn to run –I have to run away….”

There was silence in the class, then sporadic bursts of nervous laughter. Marcus flipped through the other entries and they revealed that “her” parents had divorced because of her rare disorder, and that her brother was severely ill, amongst other horrors in her life. Promises were made at that moment to try and help her out, when Mr. Thomas burst into the class all at once, trying to catch his breath. The class fell quiet for the second time that day and all that was heard was the ticking of the clock. Finally, Mr. Thomas delivered the bombshell.

“Your classmate Sarah! She has just taken her life!”


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The following comments are for "Running Away"
by moonWALKER

Very Moving...
...and so typical, unfortunately, of youth. Very will written and paced.

( Posted by: YernasiaQuorelios [Member] On: February 19, 2006 )

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