Story #227

She could not wait to escape the suburbia.

She took her light silver laptop sitting apoun her messy desk, Filled with crumbled up papers and used bras. She placed it in her bag, then slumping the bag over her shoulder, and left her room. As she closed the door gently as possible, she stepped down the halway as to not awake anyone else in the house. The house that was surounded by plenty others like it in a crouded suburb. She walked downstairs and out the door, into what was at least to her the outside, lit by the sun via the moon. She began running for it. She ran for who knows.

She could not wait to escape the suburbia.

– Mercer, Portland