Without thinking I run out towards the door, the door slides open just in time for me to run out. I run towards the silver car parked directly in front of me, my Dad sees me and gives me a strange look "Layna? What are you doing?" He asks "Is everything alright?" I swing the door open and jump in the car "Go." I say, "No, Layna you have to get your medicine"
"Dad, I said, Go."
"No."
"GO!" I shout hoping my Dad will start the engine,
"Layna, no."
Without hesitating I swing the door open and run down the street, I don't really know where I'm going or why, something is just telling me, run. Just run. So I do, I run down the street towards the bus stop. I watch as the bus stop appears closer in my view by each stride I take, narrowing the gap. I arrive at the bus stop and sit down next to a teenage boy, his oversized-sweater covers most of his body, he watches me as I sit down next to him, and I smile trying to break the awkward barrier that has suddenly appeared. "I'm Alex" he smiles, "I'm Layna" I say back, returning the smile.
And at that moment the medical centre explodes. A cloud of ash rising into the sky followed by an eruption of fire, the memory of the school floods back into my mind, the screams sound the sound the same, except this time there is the wail and cry of babies. All I do is watch, I watch as several fire-engines rush down the road their sirens only slightly screaming over the cries of help. Multiple groups of people rush outside to investigate the scene, hands full of shopping bags from the neighbouring stores; I watch as small amounts of people run past me, I watch as my Dad's silver car speeds down the road; I manage to catch a glimpse of his angered face.
I watch as the bus arrives, and as the boy in the hoodie walks on, "You coming?" He asks with a slightly worried look on his face, I think about everything that just happened and walk on, I walk on not in a move of fear but a move of escape. I want to escape. I want to escape the society that has limited our freedom. I want to escape the treturous looks of my teachers and classmates. I want to escape the school strict limits and expectations. I want to escape, so I do. I walk onto the bus not caring where it's going.
