A Desolate End

Malory's aunt condescended her excuses and banished her to her room. For present, Malory sits sullenly looking outside at the bright clouds, and despairs. The outside view provides no escape from her captivity. She sees her friends outside playing soccer, joyfully kicking the ballback and forth, across the field. She turns her back, she cannot stand looking, her confinement is two hours longer. In the heat of her emotions, Malory glances outside to see a hot air balloon, rising directly above the house. She thinks about what she'll do when she gets out. Will she shout thanks to the Heaven's? No, she never was very religious, even though her aunt had always had the famimly sit down after dinner and read psalms. Maybe she would just run. run. run. Run away from this place people considered her home. She wasn't at home ever since the Break she had stayed here, in this clad walled house, more of a prison really.
              After her escape she skirted the house and took off through the burned stubbles of the corn field. She had nearly been caught by her aunt who stood near the house waving a broom menacingly. Malory ran deep into the forest, pausing once to catch her breath, but then hearing the not so distant yells, running farther deeper into the woods, that choked her image from the house.
             The night was growing cold and the ground provided little comfort for a bed. No blankets, save for the leaves and dew drenched grasses. She was hungry. She was hungry for many days until the end.