“You have used one of these before, haven’t you?”, The bearded lumberjack-looking man asked. In his firm hand, he held a compact, rectangular, glowing screen that allured my innocent eyes. I stood there frozen, my pupils dilating from the blue lights’ temptation, absorbing all my focus like a moth to a flame. All of a sudden, I felt the warmth of his gloved hand plant the metal device securely in my fragile hands, but the man had darted into the gents toilets.

Once again, I stood alone. Confused. Abanadoned at the bus stop.

It was dimly lit and the crisp, wintery evening air was creeping up on me.

It had been a long day travelling with my family, after being forced to move again. Although I could feel my eyes squinting from the powerful rectangle, trying desperately to shield my youth and surrender to rest, it was just too new and beautiful. I thought back to what the kind stranger had asked me.

"How am I mean’t to know how to use this machine? My family don’t even allow us girls to go to school!”, I frustratingly exclaimed under my breath, reminding me of the reason why I ran away in the first place. It all began to feel too real now, and my doubts of my whole mastermind plan started to invade my delicate mind. Was this a bad idea? Have I really thought this through? Maybe my family’s lifestyle isn’t that awful? Maybe they’re trying to protect me? A hurricane of thoughts and worries were rapidly piling sky-high, gradually suffocating me with a tight grip.

*_BLEEP_*

“Huh?”

At the top of the compelling screen flashed a notifcation that read

“@FreeSpirit101 just posted: _Why stay trapped in the past when the future is yours to shape? #BreakFree #NewBeginnings....._”

It was posted from a thing called Twitter. I impulsively tapped on the the box; surely this is a sign, right?

To my delight, my vision was now flooded with all these empowering and insightful philosophies. I trusted my index finger which automically took charge; relentlessly tapping and double-tapping and scrolling and swiping and more scrolling. Deeply studying the luminous gadget, my field of vision was engrossed with headliners, thoughts and other inspirational ideas. One even read “_Trending Now: ‘Escape the Old Ways-Why Traditional Lifestyles Are Holding You Back”. _

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_*RING* *RING *RING*_

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“Oh My God! Why is it vibrating? And why does it say my mother’s name?”, I panicked.

The lumberjack man had now relievingly stepped out of the dingy toilets, remembering to zip up his trouser zipper; making his presence known from the creaky door that steadily opened….