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Natara Hakim
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Feb 25 2008, 03:39 AM
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Natara lay on a sleeping bag, in the loading bays of a random store in the market. Thankfully, she was alone. She checked her wristwatch; it read 3 a.m. She sighed. Natara had finally decided to run away, but she knew it wasn't going well. She only had the 34 euros she made last week. "Well, at least I finally got away..." Natara knew she was going to cry again. She was so strict and I had to run away; I had every right to. The previous night she fought with her mother again, however, this time her mother actually hit her. It was just a slap, but it still hurt Natara more than that. She was welling up now, all the thinking was making her upset. She pulled out a notebook and began drawing the small weeds in between the cracks in the concrete, to get the fight off her mind. Occasionally a teardrop would reach the paper, making a small wet spot on her paper. She put the paper down next to her and grabbed her backpack. She rummaged through her clothes, until she reached the bottom where she kept a few books. She stopped and threw the backpack down, and inhaled deeply. She ran her fingers up her forehead and through her hair, then laid back down. She began crying lightly, unable to stop thinking about the fight with her mother. She took off her glasses and put them into her bag. She was crying heavily now. She laid on the sleeping bag and waited for sleep to take her.
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8:08 AM Nov 27
