Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191130015156/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191201005148

Why had she given up on it? It was so unfair that she never got to play with anyone, or make any friends.

She remembered having so many people asking her over to play, and she had to say no, until eventaully, people stopped asking.

Why had her mom taken away her childhood? It wasn't fair. Maybe Gen wasn't locked away in exile, but it sure felt like it.

Gen felt a feiry determination come over her. She unlatched the window, and climbed out onto the thin bit of roof outside it. She was only one story up. She looked down. There was rose trellis beneath her window. She hated the scent it wafted into her room every spring.

Every spring was a battle between her and her mom. Gen would close the windows, and when she was at school, her mother would open them. When Gen got home, she would close them again, and so on and so forth she was thankful when the roses wilted in the summer heat.

She slowly lowered herself down onto the trellis, and climbed down. The thorns scratched at her palms, but she kept climbing until she hit the ground. Then she ran. She ran out into the feilds, the feilds had only looked at. And she felt free.

((k gtg))

-Chloe