We are all entitled to be beautiful

Chapter Three- Just Run!

I jumped.

As I leapt off the toilet seat and out of the window, my leg was pierced by the remaining glass in the window. Blood painted the walls.

No! Come on!

Tripping, falling and limping all at the same time I managed to get out of the window and grab my bag. NOW, WHAT? I asked myself which was idiotic as I already knew what to do. In fact, I was already doing it- running. I expected there to be an onslaught of teacher and students shouting at my melodramatic performance. But there wasn't, just silence and gawping mouths.

Right, I remember I was in the 70th century, in a world where no one but me enjoyed the action of spies and police officers. This is exactly the reason why I love literature, it is so much more exciting than, what I would call, the mundane lives of people constantly applying chemicals to change their looks.

My legs carried me across the street. My eyes were fixated on my target- home. I know it's a risky move but I won't be able to make a difference in the world without resources.

There were loud footfalls following me in pursuit.

I'm a criminal.

The thought flashed across my mind. I had always been chased by children and teachers alike, always was...but this was different. I would have to leave home forever. 

No, I can't think like that! I need to concentrate.

I ran as though my life depended on it because- it did. Confused citizens jumped out of my way as I grew closer to my home. 

Just a little further.

I swerved around corners and kicked back pebbles. Without realising I threw handfuls of dirt up into the air.

Everyone stopped.

Mrs Young and Mrs Coal glared at me, I could almost feel their anger flowing through the air. I turned on my heel to face the crowd of people behind the glaring teachers (if I can even call them that).

" Never judge a book by its cover!" I shouted at the top of my voice. A chorus of gasps trailed behind me as I continued to run.

This time no one followed.

Ironic right, everyone judged me, especially my teachers, they underestimated my intellect because I did not use chemical surgery to change the way I look. On the other hand, I, being overly paranoid, expected the worst every day of my life.

They were so terrified by the thought of getting a speck of dirt on their fancy clothes. Though, Mrs Coal and Mrs Young didn't chase after me for a different reason. They had too much pride. They didn't want to drag someone covered in dirt to the Pristine Court.

After that, I didn't stop running towards my house. Whilst slamming my key into the door, I glanced back to make sure no one was following me. Still, no one dared to chase me. I raced up the narrow staircase and burst into my room. I yanked open the 17th floorboard and pulled out my emergency bag...I had been planning to run away for quite some time.

Shouts and screams echoed from bellow, but I didn't stop. I dropped my school bag onto the floor and grabbed my pack before rushing down the stairs.

If I went out of the front door I would be swallowed whole, a small fish in a sea of people; I ran out the back.

My leg throbbed in pain, but I couldn't stop to dress the wound. All I could think was...

Run!

Note to reader:

Did you like this chapter? What was your favourite part?

Mine was when everyone stopped chasing after the protagonist just because she was covered in dirt. I thought it was so ridiculous I had to add it in.

Anyway please excuse any grammatical errors I made because I'm really not good at grammar.

On that note, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Lavender❤