The leaves are crunching under my feet and I’m running. I feel like I’m running faster than I’ve ever run before. Maybe I’m not going very fast but I feel like I am, and really, that’s all that matters; no one is chasing me. No one even told me to leave. After all, I could be a mathematical genius. It would be wrong to chase away a kid like that from the gates. But I’m no math wiz. I know that, and so I run.
