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✿ Just as a flower gradually loses its purpose when the petals begin falling down, Charity's grip around what was left of her existence, was slowly loosening. Death, she knew for sure, was her final destination. She had come to terms with the fact that she would never get married to a brown haired hockey player from Wisconsin, or graduate high school and later on become a baker like she had always dreamed of. But then there was traveling, which she had never done before, between surgeries and numerous hospital stays; and maybe now was the time. "Can you bring me a cup of coffee?" she asked the nurse. Then she stuffed two pairs of pants, her favorite maroon shirt and the money she had stolen from her mother's purse into her golden backpack. Seeing what she had been missing out on her entire life meant rebelling against her loving and devoted parents, and as selfish as that was, she knew it was her last chance at freedom. ✿ Hey guys, so this is my entry for the young writers short story contest, please comment and vote, and I really hope you enjoy it! Love, Imelda.
Is it freedom that I hear?
