I came to a crossroads, pebbles between my toes, my bare feet burning on the asphalt. It was so hot that day; I remember it so well. The two roads looked the same to me: long stretches of blacktop, white dotted lines running down the middle, green leaves dangling above threatening to tumble to the ground.
I remember I’d paused just to take it all in, wondering if I would ever see anything as beautiful again.
When I finally got my bearings and took that first shuffle forward, I changed. That day, the day I ran away from home, changed me as a person. I didn’t know it then; I was only seven.
A seven year old couldn’t understand the future, couldn’t understand the concept at all. A seven year old could imagine herself older, of course, but just couldn’t grasp the range of emotions that come with getting older. A seven year old doesn’t worry per say, but she does feel simple emotions. And the most important thing: a seven year old doesn’t consider long term effects.
As I took that fateful step forward, all I could think about was the fact that Murray Judd made fun of my Cinderella swimsuit at my YMCA birthday party.
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Second Impressions
Teen FictionAll her life, Avery Fitzgerald has been taunted and teased by a boy named Murray Judd. She tried to be strong and ignore him, but one day, her seventh birthday to be exact, the teasing became too much. The only thing that Avery could think to do w...
