Run, run, keep running. You're almost there. Just a mile more. "Kendra!" Derek says. "Kendra! Get back over here now! Where are you even going?" Faster faster! I think to myself, the tears in my eyes make it hard to see. If I just keep running, I'll make it. Please heaven, let me make it. I've been running for about ten miles, my newly ex-boyfriend running fast behind me. Good thing I run track, and he runs the school news paper. I allow myself a small smile before it disappears and I run even faster. "What the hell Kendra! Why are you running?" He should know, they all should, and I'm not going back. Not ever.