As I ran, my jet black hair escaped from my ponytail and flew into my face. Tears ran onto my hot cheeks and I knew I could never go back. Dad would just hurt me again and I was not going to deal with the pain anymore. I sprinted across the street, not being careful of my surroundings. I could hear a car tooting its horn and its wheels screeching. Suddenly I felt pain through my entire body and the cold ground against my face and I knew I had been hit...
By Amber
That was an amazing story I really liked how you decribed her suroundings it painted a picture in my head. I LOVED IT. Ruby :)
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