first person POV- y/n
"Baaaa," the goat baa'd.
I couldn't believe it. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Well, it certainly wasn't funny. I was terrified! Terrified of what my current future held, so I ran outside and ran as fast and far as my legs could take me.
I could hear my mother's screams behind me. She was never good at running, not like I was, so she probably just did what she does best, which is just sitting down on the sofa and turning on the TV.
Anyway, enough about my mom- she's not the main character here, I am.
I got the speedy running genes from my dad, who was a real runner. He ran away from home when he was seven months old because his parents wouldn't let him drive the tractor. They said he wasn't old enough and that he'd crash it 'cause he had no real driving experience and no drivers license.
My father had said he was good enough to drive it, so he stole the tractor.
The tractor only lasted a couple of minutes after that talk. He sort of crashed into some corns and started a huge fire on the farm, which burned down his house. This is when he discovered he was born to be a runner.
I aspire to be like my dad, even if I didn't know his name.
I aspire to not be like the others. I want to run as fast as the wind, and at this moment I didn't care what my mother or the goat thought. I was free.
Actually, on second thought, maybe I should check on my mother. What if she fell asleep again?
I started to run back, but someone along the road whacked my head with a cane. I really hope it was an accident 'cause it hurt like hell.
