Misfit.

April clicked another round of pictures of the astonishingly alluring hill view. She certainly wasn’t much of a photographer, but her photos had the air of happiness in them. She drops herself on the grass, and looks up at the sky which looked like it was reflecting her blank state of mind.

It had been three days since her Great Escape. She had left everyone to whom she meant little. Her so-called friends who stamped her mercilessly with their words, her parents who kept putting her down, her neighbours who judged her from top till bottom. Every day she had to go through a series of assumptions and stories about her. Apparently, she was a misfit, she was a disgrace to her society. She had no right to go on about with her life.