She's a child. Looking up at the clock, it's clear that her parents aren't coming home anytime soon. And the house, while clean and tidy, is so boring when she's all alone.
...
But... there's nothing stopping her from leaving, is there? Mom and dad won't notice as long as she returns before they get home, and who even knows when that will be? So...
She grabs her keys and ventures outside, locking the door behind her and beginning to wander. A bus comes by; she checks the route number and memorizes it, hopping on and seeing where it'll go. Downtown turns out to be the answer, and she ends up on a busy, if somewhat rough street. She crosses her arms, keeping her head down, nervous - but still elated, in a way.
She doesn't just have to wait patiently at home every night to see which parent (if either) gets home before dinner. She can just... go.
And no one would, or even can stop her.
It's a whole new world of freedom. But... why does she still feel so sad?
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But... there's nothing stopping her from leaving, is there? Mom and dad won't notice as long as she returns before they get home, and who even knows when that will be? So...
She grabs her keys and ventures outside, locking the door behind her and beginning to wander. A bus comes by; she checks the route number and memorizes it, hopping on and seeing where it'll go. Downtown turns out to be the answer, and she ends up on a busy, if somewhat rough street. She crosses her arms, keeping her head down, nervous - but still elated, in a way.
She doesn't just have to wait patiently at home every night to see which parent (if either) gets home before dinner. She can just... go.
And no one would, or even can stop her.
It's a whole new world of freedom. But... why does she still feel so sad?