Running Proud

Running Proud

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My name is Sara Johnson and my life wasn't supposed to be like this. I was promised safety, a place to recover from the loss of my parents. Time to heal with the help of nature, fresh air and exercise. It was a lie. Sure, when I arrived off of the small yellow bus with a handful of other girls the place seemed peaceful and I felt like I could finally breath right again. I heard birds chirping in the crisp afternoon air and smiled at a few on top of some of the summer cabin roofs. A wide glistening lake with canoes, paddle boats and fishing poles set up next to the shore. It was everything Aunt June had promised it would be. Aunt June. My moms sister, that I didn't even know existed until after the 'accident' that took my parents from me, was the only family I had left now.
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Most impressive rank: 1 - Fairytale *** Casey is all alone in the werewolf world, the only family she has left is her crazy dad. her mum died of cancer, causing her dad to go crazy and start beating Casey. What's worse is that she can't get away from the violence because when she goes to school they do the same. *** I close my eyes so I could listen and smell everything in case this was the last time I would ever be in this beautiful forest. I chase away any bad or worried thoughts because this place seemed so sacred it did not allow them. I breath in and catch the sweet scent of lavender flowers that speckled the ground in little clumps and the dry smell of dirt that hadn't been rained on in a couple of day. I listen to the steady titters of birds as they fly from tree to tree, collecting little twigs and leaves to build their nests with. I listen to the buzz of the bees greedily feasting on the flowers that scattered around the dry forest floor. I open my eyes to take in the scenery, rays of sunlight filter through the green canopy, penetrating through the leaves and casting a green-yellow effulgence over the ground that wavers as the trees rustle in the light whispers of wind. The crunching of dry leaves under my feet alert me so I cast my eyes to the floor and watch as I step on each individual leaf and dry twig, enjoying the snapping sounds that echo through the near silent forest. Gnarly roots dip into ground and twisted branches reach down, fingers grasping the air, as if reaching for me and I shiver, thinking of my father. I cast my eyes up to think of something else and instantly calm as another puff of breeze rustles the leaves on the trees and ground gently. I look ahead and notice the steady thinning of the old trees and run towards it, loving the feeling of the air in my air and clothes. I spot what I think is light dancing on waters surface and sprint for it. Then I break through the trees, making it to the lake.

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