The Runaway

Books? Check.

Soap? Check... Don't want to be stinky out there on the road.

Sparks Book? Check... Even a runaway wants to be able to memorize Bible verses for prizes!

Magic Wand? Check... You just don't know when it will come in handy.

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It had been one of those days. One of those crazy afternoons after elementary school when things just spiraled downward precipitously and emotions were running high.

It could have happened to anyone, really. There's only so much a first grader can take. Extra math homework, a less than desirable snack, repeated and unfair instructions to clean up after herself...

Uno (see here for a name key) had suffered enough. There was a big world out there, after all. One where the chocolate rained down on your head amidst songs of your unending greatness, where dinner was served piping hot right when you wanted it, and it was always your favorite.

There was no other choice when it all came down to it. Uno was leaving - for good. She sequestered herself in her room and very coldly and calculatingly detailed what supplies she would need for the journey.

Making sure she would not confuse this list with others, she scrawled Run Away Litst at the bottom. Candy, apples and a banana covered the caloric needs for at least the first few weeks. Several shoe options were an absolute necessity. Books would provide a sense of companionship along the lonely dusty roads.

With much ado she was off and out the door into the crisp late winter night.