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Haven knew she should turn around, but her legs just kept moving. Dad left and it was her fault. Why couldnt she keep a secret? Why couldnt she just pretend she ever seen him kiss Ms. Dalten? "What's done is done, and stop whining" she heard her Mas words over and over, which made her legs move quicker. She knew she was lost and going in circles, but she didnt care. She hated him, her mom, Blaze, Ms. Dalten. Nothing was going to be the same and with only a few weeks before she entered into Hogwarts. This wasnt how she wanted to spend her time.
Now her waist long red hair was flowing in wispy movements around her tiny frame. She felt as though her chest would collapse. Haven kept moving. Up ahead was a clearing in the wood line, once there she hit her knees and shed hot tears angry tears. Her red hair falling around her almost covering her completely. Being so engrossed in her self, she hardly realized she wasnt alone. In the corner of the clearing, someone had their back to her. She instinctively hops to her feet, loudly and clumsily, no doubt. The only sound she could make before her face planting firmly on the ground was a weak gasp, and the stranger took notice. Haven pulled her knees close to her chest. She couldnt stop the flow of tears. She felt stupid, she absolutely hated to cry. Being so emotional made her feel like such a girl. Of course she was a girl, but she was supposed to be strong. Ma always says big girls dont cry, but here she was all dirty, wet angry tears streaming down her tiny face. Blaze was right, she was just a little kid.
Now her waist long red hair was flowing in wispy movements around her tiny frame. She felt as though her chest would collapse. Haven kept moving. Up ahead was a clearing in the wood line, once there she hit her knees and shed hot tears angry tears. Her red hair falling around her almost covering her completely. Being so engrossed in her self, she hardly realized she wasnt alone. In the corner of the clearing, someone had their back to her. She instinctively hops to her feet, loudly and clumsily, no doubt. The only sound she could make before her face planting firmly on the ground was a weak gasp, and the stranger took notice. Haven pulled her knees close to her chest. She couldnt stop the flow of tears. She felt stupid, she absolutely hated to cry. Being so emotional made her feel like such a girl. Of course she was a girl, but she was supposed to be strong. Ma always says big girls dont cry, but here she was all dirty, wet angry tears streaming down her tiny face. Blaze was right, she was just a little kid.