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Graduation Day
I kept running. I didn’t know what else to do. I was so scared I wouldn’t get away.
My head was aching. I was starting to black out with bright specs of light floating around me. My chest was on fire as my heart pounded out and my lungs struggled to keep up with my breathing.
I almost made it to freedom. I had to make it soon. My legs were starting to give out. I worked too hard for this moment to fail at the finish line. One more stretch of road.
I would be the first one in my family to win this race and escape from the town that seemed to be trapped in its own time.
Two more steps. One more push. And I made it across the stage with my diploma and train ticket to university so far away that the town feels like a distant dream.