Melanie was tired of running. She had been running since the day she turned 12 and she was sick of it. There had to be something out in the world worth staying for. If it had ever been up to her, she would have stayed. But her mom was always moving them. Every couple of months they would pack up and move again. New house. New school. New town. Six years of moving and all Melanie wanted was for something in her life to stay still.
This little bit of writing has been stuck in the back of my head for a week now. I don't know what it is yet. Maybe it's part of what would have been my NaNoWriMo novel had I had time to participate this year. It started off as a train piece in my mind. Maybe that's what it will continue to be. I'm not sure. Either way, I wanted to put it out there just to see if anyone thought anything of it.
