THE RUNNING - juiceofthemoon 🌘

"What do you mean mother?" I asked. The wind started to grow faster around them, my cocoa butter hair whipping around my head like tree branches, smacking my peach colored cheeks.

"I mean-" My mother started, millions of tears coming out of the sides of her eyes. "I don't want you here. Don't you see? You've done nothing. I hate you. You're irregular. You're weird. I can't afford to have some worthless swine like you in my midst. Go find a new family. No one will remember you. Now go."