We all run from things that we hate or don't belong in. Society was the thing that Rune was running from. She hated it and didn't belong there.
It was the place that had given her her mother's name Wendy, I mean come on can't you get a little creative?
However, while people ran from their problems metaphorically; Rune ran from her problems literally.
Just like she was running from child protection services down the corner of Strighton and Braxford.
As she turned the corner she saw her destination; the thicket at the end of the road.
If she could just make it there then she would be free from the bounds that prevented her from truly living. But she knew she would make it.
After all, she was eight and all legs, while the guys that were chasing her...They looked like they had just broken into the last of the donuts and soda.
Rune reached the edge of the woods breathed in and bolted. Not running like she was before, no she used all of her will power to go deep into the woods where they would never find her.
Where she could be free, where she could do whatever she wanted even if it wasn't ladylike or if it was meant for boys. Where no one could make her eat vitamins or tell her she wasn't wanted.
When her rush of adrenaline had ended she slowed and breathed in the earthy smell of moss and bark.
Rune looked overhead to see the sunlight filtering in through leaves and bouncing off of the mossy dirt. She sat down and inhaled again.
This time to regain what oxegen she had lost while running. The gangly girl took off her shoes and stuffed them in the bag that she had swiped.
She would need them when it snowed but now all she wanted to do was feel the grass dirt and leaves that covered the ground.
Rune knew that sticks and thorns also littered the forest floor but she could care less. She could walk on legos with a straight face there was no way she couldn't hand some bush swords.
The sun caught her attention once more and she got up and she needed to make camp.
Though she was only eight she had read countless books non fiction and fiction, all in an attempt to escape the walls of the Children's home in one way or another.
But now she was free and no one was going to stop her.
Finding two trees close enough together, Rune started gathering big sticks and small logs that she could carry. She needed a platform off the ground that she could sleep on.
Rune would also need to find something that would work as a string seeing as she needed to save her rope for an emergency. First, shelter then a nice warm fire.