Prologue

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As soon as I stepped onto that bus, I was hit by a swarm of butterflies. Was I really doing the right thing? My mind threatened to bring back those memories. I took a deep breath. No! Go away! I bit my tongue, hoping to keep back a scream that threatened to come out. I closed my eyes and blocked out all thoughts. This is the right thing. I need to get away. The bus made me jolt as it suddenly was put into gear and started forewords. There is no turning back now.

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Drapetomania:      n. an overwhelming urge to run away

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