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Escape

by Nancy Elfiky

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ESCAPE
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A BOOK BY NANCY ELFIKY
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Thoughts ...... page 1- 4

Chapter 2: Run Free ...... page 5- 10
Waking up from my snugly bed feeling worn out. I could feel the sunshine hitting me in the eye like an outburst, wishing I could lay in the grass and watch the sunrise as it is waiting to hit me in the eye. I rolled out of bed with the fuzzy navy-blue jacket that I got for Christmas, which was spent in my living room the whole day. I slothed my way to the kitchen to get my day started. 
“Hey, sweetie!” My mom greeted me while walking through the hygiene station.
“Katie, Mrs.Smith is coming for tutoring today at 10 am.” My mom reminded me.
“Ugh,” I said, rolling my eyes. I have totally forgotten it was my first day of high school.  
I quickly ran upstairs and got in my favorite black buttoned shirt, and got my extensive curly hair in a ponytail, and headed downstairs to start my learning. 
Later on, after school, I sit on the window sill since it’s the only sunlight I can get. I hear the little kids cheering as they play together, couples having cute picnics in the park, even old people walking their dogs
Chapter 1: Thoughts
Waking up from my snugly bed feeling worn out. I could feel the sunshine hitting me in the eye like an outburst, wishing I could lay in the grass and watch the sunrise as it is waiting to hit me in the eye. I rolled out of bed with the fuzzy navy-blue jacket that I got for Christmas, which was spent in my living room the whole day. I slothed my way to the kitchen to get my day started. 
“Hey, sweetie!” My mom greeted me while walking through the hygiene station.
“Katie, Mrs.Smith is coming for tutoring today at 10 am.” My mom reminded me.
“Ugh,” I said, rolling my eyes. I have totally forgotten it was my first day of high school.  
I quickly ran upstairs and got in my favorite black buttoned shirt, and got my extensive curly hair in a ponytail, and headed downstairs to start my learning. 
Later on, after school, I sit on the window sill since it’s the only sunlight I can get. I hear the little kids cheering as they play together, couples having cute picnics in the park, even old people walking their dogs
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outside by the neighborhood to give them the sun they need. I couldn’t help but sigh. I can feel the tear running through my face as I see my reflection through the window.
‘Gosh, why can’t I be like them” I asked myself.
“Knock Knock” I heard someone at the door.
“Leave me alone,” I mumbled. 
I decide to log on to my laptop as my mom is asleep in the middle of the night. I tried to search for something but I couldn’t resist the ad that had popped up on the corner of my screen,”Meet new people just like you!”. I thought for a second but I told myself, “Pfft yeah right I bet there is anyone that’s like me” 
I sighed while closing my laptop and getting under my cover. As I closed my eyes I could imagine me and my Father running around in the sand and swimming in the sea.
“I miss you Dad..” I tell myself silently as I open my eyes from my dream. 
Later on in the morning as I see my Mom leaving the house while preparing the famous recipe of pancakes.
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“Hey, Where are you going?” I asked
“Uhm...I’m going to visit your Dad.. your Dad’s grave,” She said with a half-smile.
‘Oh wow, ahaha you’re making your Dad’s recipe?!” She chuckled.
I smiled back, but inside me, I felt so upset. I wanted to visit Dad and tell him about my life, but I am on lockdown for the rest of my life. I started looking at the sharp cutter across the room I thought and thought, As I was about to grab it and rip out my skin, the maid came and I quickly put it down.
“What are you doing?” She asked
“Oh nothing, just- just getting the cutter for..uhh..arts and crafts!” I said hesitantly. 
As she left the thoughts flooded back at me.
“No, no, no I can”t do this,” I thought to myself
I quickly ran upstairs and locked my door. I grabbed my headphones and grabbed my favorite books my Dad read to me as a child, “Learning to Fall: The Blessings of an Imperfect Life by Philip Simmons. My dad has always said that this book represented me somehow, I never understood why, but as I’m growing up
“Hey, Where are you going?” I asked
“Uhm...I’m going to visit your Dad.. your Dad’s grave,” She said with a half-smile.
‘Oh wow, ahaha you’re making your Dad’s recipe?!” She chuckled.
I smiled back, but inside me, I felt so upset. I wanted to visit Dad and tell him about my life, but I am on lockdown for the rest of my life. I started looking at the sharp cutter across the room I thought and thought, As I was about to grab it and rip out my skin, the maid came and I quickly put it down.
“What are you doing?” She asked
“Oh nothing, just- just getting the cutter for..uhh..arts and crafts!” I said hesitantly. 
As she left the thoughts flooded back at me.
“No, no, no I can”t do this,” I thought to myself
I quickly ran upstairs and locked my door. I grabbed my headphones and grabbed my favorite books my Dad read to me as a child, “Learning to Fall: The Blessings of an Imperfect Life by Philip Simmons. My dad has always said that this book represented me somehow, I never understood why, but as I’m growing up
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I’m starting to understand why he read it to me every night when I was 9, at 10;30 pm. He said that the protagonist in the story dealt with an illness, but somehow he manages to make the best of it. 
“Katie?” I heard my mom searching for me.
As I go into great her I couldn’t help it but ask,
“How was it seeing Dad?” I said looking her in the eye.
“It was hard..but relieving aha,” she said, tearing up while hugging me. 

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As it struck midnight, my Mom and I spent the rest of the night crying together looking at old family photos, but sometimes we would laugh. I couldn't help but think about that ad the whole night. I started to question myself, “Can there be a possibility that there are others like me?”. 
“Dinner is ready!” My mom announced.
As I was eating I couldn’t help but listen to the little kids playing in the rain as they took their tongues out. I started feeling goosebumps, and immediately stomped to my room and slammed the door. It was like a rainfall of tears coming down my chin. I decided to grab my phone and listen to music while reading, but that didn’t even help me from my state right now. 
“Katie?” My Mom asked as she was trying to open the door.
“LEAVE ME ALONE,” I yelled at her 
I could still feel her lean on the door waiting for me to come out, but I didn't want to go out, I wanted to stay trapped since it’s all I have done since I was 8, but I wanted to
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