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She ran. And ran. Regardless of the rain pounding down on her head, or the increasing difficulty to breath deeply. She ran from the school where it happened, she ran past rolling hills and supermarkets. She didn't see or notice any of this, she didn't care where she was going. She had no idea where she was going, or when she would stop running. All she could think of was what he said, and that she just needed to get away from it all. 

Just an idea! Comment what you think, and if I should keep going!

nmf.