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ShatteredSoul wrote:Kirstie's family had always been that of something in a movie; mom and dad worked a lot, and when they weren't working all they could do was fight. She had always busied herself on her bed during the fights, staring out the window into the night sky, imagining herself in some odd suit of ship floating across pluto or the moon or something, living as far away from this nightmare as possible. That was when she was ten, now Kirstie is seventeen, and still the same routine persists, though her imagination had gotten quite better. She lived in New Hampshire, USA, and went to school there her whole life, now a senior in high school. No friends, no happyness at school, and a long record of bullying in all three of its forms. This hellish prison though, seemed to finally have had it toll on her after today; mom had had enough by seven in the morning and packed a bag and some money for a motel, dad left for work in a fury, and at school some stupid self righteous boy pinched her butt and pushed his weight on her body against a locker, whispering dirty remarks in her ear, then snickering as he walked away, leaving a frightful comment in the air "I want you, and I willhave you." Now its one in the afternoon and Kirstie is packing a bag with some clothes and supplies, and has already raided about one thousand five-hundred dollars out of her mothers safe, the plane ticket purchase receipt on the comupter screen revealed it all, Kirstie is flying out of here, headed to New York, from there who knows what she'll do. She plans out running away to the border and crossing into Canada where she may be able to live in the wild for a few months while searching for the right palce to stay and make her merry way in life, maybe her scars will go away and her crushed soul will rejuvenate? Its doubtful to her, and yet it makes sense.
Now a few hours later, Kirstie is sitting on the plane in third class, gazing emptilly out the window, someone sits next to her, and she fumbles her bag under the seat more...
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