She didn't know life would throw her into a ditch at the side of the rode, she didn't know her "date" would do that either, but life has a tendency to that. She knees were covered in purple bruises, and her dress was crumpled, the only thing that made the night bearable was the sky.
The golden orange that frequently filled the canvas was full throttle as the sun burned into her chest, and hindered her vision.
She hadn't even liked the guy much anyway, she was just excited someone had taken notice of her, and even more excited he was suitable enough so that her mother would let her go.
It often seemed her clothes were an jumpsuit, her room a prison cell, and her mother the ruthless guard. She was rarely given permission to leave the house, she couldn't go for walks by herself, she couldn't hang out with certain people (which entirely depended on who the persons parents were), and she definitely couldn't go any parties. The only reason this boy was allowed to take her out was because their mothers were friends, and even that had been a battle.
So she was breaking two rules at once as she walked home to the soundtrack of evening birds and rustling grass. She normally would have been freaked out about her mother, but tonight was different; tonight she was too sad and too caught up in the idea of freedom to care.
