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"That's it! I've had it!" she threw everything on her desk onto the floor in anger "I can't stand men anymore!! They're vial, pig-headed, di-"

Writer: Language! People will be reading this!

A grumble comes "Fine.... D***s. Is that better for you?"

Writer: Much. Continue~

"Right... as I was saying, they think all women are good for is giving them sex, making them dinner, and cleaning up the house that they mess up all the time! I'm done with this! If father wants me to be a good wife to a fat troglidyte of a 'man' he found for me, then I'm not taking it anymore..." she looked in the mirror and looked at her long, black hair that had grown down to the middle of her back. She saw something shine in the light and looked down, seeing the scissors...

"If he doesn't respect me as a young woman... then I won't be one anymore" she took the scissers and started to cut off her hair, one black lock at a time. After ten minutes of cutting and shaping out how she wanted her hair, she took a bit of hair gel and slid her hands through her hair until every lock was pinned to her skull. She then looked around her messy room that she had torn up and found her medical kit. She picked it up and put it on her desk then grabbed the gauze and medical patches that were inside. Soon, her chest looked flatter than the mirror's surface that she looked into.

She peeked outside of her room and looked around. None of the maids were in the hallway. Good, good... She opened her door and made a dash for her brother's room which seemed like a mile down the long hallway. She knew he wasn't home at the moment. Probably showing off to some girl at a flower shop or out with his friends. She went into his room and closed then door. She locked it as well, not wanting anyone coming in on her. She then opened his massive closet that could house five families if he wanted to. She sighed at her brother's wardrobe "You're worse than a girl when it comes to fashion..." she looked at the older clothing that was still in there. He never threw away any of his clothing, which was good for her because she could find the right sized clothing.

She looked at everything from his teens and found many outfits she liked that matched up before she grabbed them and went to the door. She unlocked it and looked around the hall again before dashing to her room with all of the clothing like a mad hampster on its wheel.

Once in her room, she started putting on the one outfit she adored the most. Everything came together, like Ying and Yang. From the black and gray shirt to the bleach white pants. She smiled and sprayed on her two favourite perfumes, Black Whisp and White Cloud. She packed the other clothing into a shoulder bag then grabbed a black cane that contained a steel blade within it. She wrote a quick note to her family, unlocked the door then headed for the window.

She opened it and put a foot on the window sill and took one last look at her room. She close her eyes "No going back from here... you now have no home..." she whispered to herself before she jumped out of the window and to the grass. She ran like she stole something, which she... technically... did, but that's not the point! She went to the stables and readied her horse, Reverend, then tucked her hat and cane safely away before she jumped on his back and kicked her horse's sides. He jumped forward and they both ran off. For better, or for worse...