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Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Those are the only sounds Ember hears on the pavement, her heels tapping to the rain. She holds her release form in her hands tightly, earning stares from people inside dinners and coffee shops. But she doesn't care what they think. In fact it won't matter here in a few hours.

She arrives at her front door. Hesitant and cold, she struggles with the keys for a moment and push the door open with doubt.

"Mom?" She announces.

No one answers. Good, her mother isn't here... yet. She has to hurry.

She runs up the stairs to her bedroom, slamming an old, peeling backpack on to her bed and shoving belongings in it. She grabs warm, dark clothes. She didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do. But, she was gonna go for it.

She finished in record time. Slamming and zipping her bag shut. Closing her bed room door, she rushed down the stairs. She set her release form, which she earned from her job saying she was fired, on the table and wrote a giant smiley face on it.

She took her phone that her mother gave to keep track of her and smashed it right there, on the tiled kitchen. She smiled triumphantly, and ran out the front door.

She tripped, over her own two feet. She scraped her hands pretty bad. Luckily it was a quiet town and not many people were out today.

"Great, just fucking great." She wasn't a cry baby, she's had cuts and bruises worse then any sidewalk could do, made by her own mom.

She winced and got back up and started running again. She saw her old "friends" and smiled at them. They waved her down.

Speaking of running where was she actually going to go? She looked around at the end of Main Street she somehow ended up on, she saw a bus stop. Grabbing a map of all the stops, she smiled.

"Lawrence, Kansas, here I come!" She smirked and shoved the map in her pocket.

She counted out correct change and waited nearly 3 hours. When the bus finally arrived it was late, and she knew her mother was already home. Thinking of how angry she could've been was beyond making Ember quiver. It made her terrified.

She wouldn't let her self second guess her choices. She ran on the bus, shoved the money in the jar, and sat in a seat near the back.

"I really hope this goes well." She said mainly to herself. And rested her head up against the shaky, bus window.