Part 5: Running for My Freedom at Thirteen
The morning was thick with fog, and the air was still. It was almost six o'clock, and not a single soul was outside.
I crept out of the house slowly, making sure not to make a sound. I couldn't risk my family waking up and seeing me. Once I was clear of the door, I started walking as fast as I could. I had pulled my brother's oversized hoodie over my head so that no one in the village would recognize me if they happened to look out their window.
