My shoes pounded the hard surface of the street as I bounded out the front door and raced towards freedom.  It was one of those times when the mind simply rejects any influence from the outside and concentrates upon one, sole, idea or emotion.  My emotion was anger.  My idea was independence.  It was not a good life, the one I had lived until that point, bearable only to a certain degree until I decided enough was enough and retreated to my room.  One day, as the attention shifted from my older brother to my younger, skipping me altogether, I simply lost it and my room was not enough of a retreat.  I whipped out the front door faster than a snake and simply ran.  Far far away.  I didn’t know to where I was headed or if I would get there.  All I knew was that the only way I could go was up, because until then my life was way way down. 

    I slowed and came to a halt outside the subway station.  I pulled out my wallet and checked the middle pocket.  I had 25 dollars in cash, enough to buy me a one way ticket to somewhere far away.  I walked towards the list of destinations and closed my eyes.  I slowly extended my index finger toward the map and rested it somewhere near the bottom.  I opened my eyes quickly to see where I was headed; Aberton - 130 minutes.  Two hours away was a good start, but I planned on getting farther, much farther.  I bought my ticket from the automated slots because I thought buying it in person might field some difficult questions from the ticket manager.  It was 7:40 AM and the train boarded at 8.  I bought myself a packet of peanuts from the vending machine and sat to eat them.  I closed my eyes and thought of all that had changed in the past hour.  I heard a rumbling as the train I was destined for came to a halt.  I stood up and took a deep breath.  I was on my way, on my way to freedom.