She thinks too much

so while i wait for a certain someones birthday in say i dont know, 30 minutes or so, let me have another go at creative writing.

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She looked up at the sky and saw fireworks.

Colourful, bright, big.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

But again for the uptenth time that night, she wished she had someone to share it with.

See, running away from home doesn't necessarily mean one comes from a disrupted family. 

Disrupted school.

Or is a disrupted person. 

Maybe one just wants to be able to get away from it all, for once.

Just... Because.

But now she wishes to go back.

She doesn't know how to though.

She sits there. Alone in her thoughts as the fireworks explode above her head in all their magnificence. 

She sits there alone until day breaks.

She thinks of her life.

Of her past.

Of her future.

Of her present.

She thinks of the reason she ran away 3 days ago.

She thinks of how much money she has left to keep her going before she's broke.

She thinks about life.

About death.

About Heaven and Hell.

She thinks about that cute boy who said hi to her in school.

She thinks of her bestfriend who has been trying to call her but she switched off her phone.

She thinks of her parents who have such a horrible child who likes to run away.

She thinks of her elder brother and sister who probably didn't even realize shes gone.

After thinking so much she decides that THAT was enough.

She thinks too much.

Now all she has to think of now is the way back home.