(This takes place some time back, when Vanessa ran away from Hogwarts.)
She couldn't take. Not again. It was the last time. She could promise herself that. The wind blew slightly though the trees, rippling her chocolate brown hair as she looked through the window. Her brown eyes shone with determination. Her blue jean shorts were old and ripped. This was the final straw.
She did the only thing that she could think of. She grabbed her old backpack and stuffed it till she could barely zip it. She threw on her old tennis shoes. And she grabbed a thick rope. She walked over to the open window and slung it over till she heard it tap against the ground. She secured it from inside and climbed down. Finally her feet hit the hard ground. She tied her now undone shoelace, and stood up confidently.
She loved this place... She really did. But sometimes you heart calls you to so something crazy. Sometimes you don't quite understand it, but you know deep down inside that it is right. So she listened to her heart and ran.
