Cloud didn't know how she got to where she was now.
The confused dark skinned girl didn't know that women's reasons, she didn't know why they allowed those things to happen, she didn't know why she was standing outside of Harold's on 87th street with her dirty, green backpack that was stuffed with as many clothes that she cloud fit, along with a few bands, of course.
Hell, Could Jonhson didn't even know who the fuck she was.
Finding herself was the hardest when she was going through hell its self.
Cloud only knew that she was going to get out of Chicago. Away from the violence on the streets, the violence that was being done to her. And maybe the violence that was being done to her in her head would disaper along with her.
It was clear as day that Cloud Johnson was mentally not okay, nor physically. Traveling isn't the best thing for Cloud, but she had to get away.
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A three hour walk and forty-five minute break later, Cloud arrived at Midway International Airport.
She instantly became nerouvs and shaky from the phobia of large crowds, Enochlophobia, to be exact.
There where too many people, and although this isn't her first time being here, Cloud was still lost. In the mind that is.
Realizing that she was still in the middle of the main way, She moved over to a seat, knowing that they'll push her thick ass over if she hadn't moved.
Cloud had a flight booked for this day from two months ago. The curly headed girl had planned on running away on this day, she just happend to get kicked out on this day. Ironic.
When Cloud looked up at the screen, the time read 9:30pm. Which meant her flight would be here in five minutes. In five minutes, she'll be on her way, her way to start a new life. On her way to Los Angeles, California.
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Short and simple, I'm just getting started. Comment some BWWM or URBAN books for me to read! -
MAYA🖤'
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