"you have no fucking clue." She spit as she walked out the door, confused and angry. She skipped off the makeshift mason steps with one gigantic thought forming in her mind. She felt the minute of conception as it rapidly grew in to a full born plot.

She hit the streets running, the rain pouring, her steps exploding on the wet concrete. She passed her house, barely turning her head to see her parents in the living room, watching television. She passed her school without a flinch. She passed the mall, no doubt full of girls she hated. She turned her head as she crested the hill, feeling a burst of bliss, a surpise endorphin fix. The feeling a child gets on christmas morning.

And when she reached the edge of the city, the edge of the world, the place where rivers drain and ships disappear and people never return, she dove head first. And as she did, a smile could be seen on her face.

I do believe this was the happiest day of her life.