Part 1 The moment I turned eighteen, I ran. I didn’t bother to pack. I just grabbed my phone and an old journal. The house I grew up in felt like a prison, its walls echoing with expectations I could never meet. I was tired of pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Outside, the world made my dreams feel... possible. As I left my house, it felt like a new beginning. I headed to a small coastal town I’d heard about. It was a place where the ocean brushed the sand and the waves sang a song... like it was calling me. Once I arrived, I found a tiny apartment overlooking the beach. It was nothing fancy, but it was mine. I looked around my apartment. Wow. This would take some... getting used to. I brushed my hand against the wall and took it all in. Home. As I looked around, I saw a mirror. Ugh. My mousy brown hair has always bothered me, and my strict parents who had no love for me wouldn't let me change. I decided- time to change. I went to the nearest market and bought hair dye. I dyed my hair a golden blond. It felt... new. -no longer the quiet girl trapped in someone else’s horrible life. I was Minerva, NOT Minnie, being MYSELF. The days that followed were filled with... happiness. I looked around the town, soaking in sights and sounds, discovering cozy cafes and art shops. Each evening, I’d sit on the beach, watching the sun sink seemingly into the waves. In those moments, I realized I was finally free. I was creating my own story, ready to embrace whatever came next. This was my fresh start, and I was ready for it all. -- written by @bluebird-writing --
hey!! this is a story based on @journiie's song "Minnie". minnie (song): https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1013896120
