She ran, desparate to escape.
"Juliee! Get back here!"
Her drunk father chased her through the dead of night. Angered at the little money she managed. It wasn't enough to buy anything… which usually ment a beating, however this time. This time was different, she said, dashing foward…
How odd of a few words from a poster were to inspire her to run.
"Live free, be happy, at unicorn iland."
I was so enticing, especially for a 12 yearold, no matter the speed she grew up… no matter the responsibilities she shouldered, the child wished for wonder.