Run (Old Version)

Chapter 1

Sometimes you gotta go big, you must look past those weird obstacles, and keep running further and further, until suddenly you can't run any more, you trip, you fall, and land straight on your face, knowing you were almost to the finish line, but because of her, you failed.

You finished in last place, getting no support from your teammates at all. They just stood there, laughing and walking away, leaving you sitting there, bleeding and crying. You don't know what to do. But this isn't the first time, you have been treated like this before. All that anger it builds up inside you like a volcano about to erupt.

With a normal everyday girl, she would probably start to run away or pick a fight, but I was nowhere close to normal.

The doctors said at my birth, I would be different, no one would understand me, except only a few people. I would not be able to make a good friendship with anyone I came into contact with. I was a special child, and a pure genius at that. My first words came straight out of the dictionary, I spoke in Greek and Latin for a while until I figured how to translate the languages into Modern-Day American-English. I just used root words and sounds that I heard. It was quite simple.

I advanced a few years into the school program, getting straight A's throughout elementary school.

By the time I got passed the disaster of junior high, the special became more frequent. My hands would show a light while I wrote. I was able to keep track of all records. I knew everything about the world, before it showed up on the news. I could stop time, watch as people were frozen in the paused world, and then replayed different events, over and over again, until I got bored.

I guess I am the special child, a girl with supernatural powers, who runs cross country, with her brown, muddy hair, deep blue eyes, tiny freckles, t-shirts, shorts, shoes, necklace, backpack, compass, food, and her journal, setting out on the journey of her life, away from all those weirdos at Parker Springs High School.

"Bye mom...bye dad...go bye everyone!" I yelled out into the air running down the prairie trail towards the South Side. I sneaked into an EL train and sat down. A conductor came by looking for tickets, the train stopped in time before he askef for mine, so I scurried out of the car and run down Kostner Ave.

I stopped at a Burger King and grabbed a few dollars from the tip jar when the employees weren't around. I ran to the next fast food restaurant, it was a McDonald's. I sat down and started counting my stolen money.

"20...50...1...2...3..." I counted slowly until a boy came up to me holding a cup of water.

"You looked thirsty coming into this place," he said sitting down, the booth across from me.

"So, I was gonna get myself a BigMac, small fry, and a Coca-Cola." I said looking at him giggling.

"Well I can go get that for you, young lass." He said looking at all the money I had in my hands.

"Thank you, Joe," I replied kindly, reading his name-tag, that and I already knew everything about Joe. He was 16, owned a rusty blue car, license plate was JAL053R, not the best name, his full name was Joe Nicky Davis, and he worked part-time, and was still single.

"What will the name be under miss?" Joe asked me writing down my order.

"Ignis, as in fire," I told Joe. "I do believe the price will be $3.87, am I right?"

"Wow a smart girl aren't you Miss Ignis, I will announce when your order is ready." Joe said back and went to tell the cooks me order.

I sat at my booth waiting for Joe, and watched each car go by. Most of them were Fords or Dodges, red, blue, red, black, yellow, blue.

"Order for Ignis, Ignis, order, order!" I hear over the microphone. I walked up to the counter and give Joe my money with a $1.23 tip, handing a $5 to him and saying, "Keep the change," ever so sweetly. I grabbed some fries and shoved them into my mouth, running out into Chicago's streets with my mind set on reaching the South Side.