Running

It was a cold day.
The wind was blowing hard.
The trees were swaying backwards and forwards.
People were wearing scarves, gloves and hats.
Except for one girl.
This girl was running.
She was wearing shorts and a little sports top.
Her nose was red, her lips were blue.
But she didn’t care.
She just kept running and running.
The cold breeze was rushing through her hair.
Her face was wet from the sweat.
She looked so cold yet she was hot.
She started to slow down.
She had a drink then tipped the remainder of it over her head.
She started to run again.
Getting faster and faster.
People stared making comments on her.
One lady looked at her like she was an ant off the bottom of her shoe.
This girl was an individual.
She didn’t care what people said or thought.
She just ran and ran.
She didn’t know where she was going she just ran.
Not a single thought of what she was doing.
Where she might end up.
She didn’t care.
She had no problems.
None at all.
At least not anymore.
Running helps her to forget all of her problems.
She ran and ran till she was out of sight.
She was no longer there.
She had run away from everything.
And she carried on running.
And nether stopped.
Till she thought the time was right.