A Run Toward Home

An after school adventure.

As she continued down the road, she noticed that Carissa was gone, but she wasn't sober enough to really accept the fact. Still knowing Carissa was definitely not there, Emily still hoped for a sign that told her her new found friend is okay. streets. Her short blond hair waved gracefully in the merciless winds. Much like her hair, her shirt flailed in the wind, hoping, wishing not to fly off. To stick to her body like glue and paper. Her black leggings dissipated into the moonless, starless, and lightness night. Much like her friend.