She got all her warm clothes on, grabbed her wallet and a flashlight and walked out the front door, telling her parents she was going for a run and would be back in a half an hour.
    She started running up her block and towards his house. It was a good street to run on because it had a hill. As she ran her mind was temporarily cleared of all the words that were spat out at her the hour before. She wasn’t thinking about how hurt she was and how many tears she lost. Her mind was completely blank.
    So she ran without thinking of anything except breathing the right way for running. She came up to his street and started up the hill. She slowed as she approached his house. She saw that his room was dark and the shades were closed. He was sleeping after a hard day of work. She stopped to peer in his room. He wasn’t troubled at all. He was sleeping like a baby all curled up in his nice warm blankets and dreaming sweet dreams of Christmas that was just around the bend. She was standing there in the cold after being hurt by his harsh remarks to her. She was standing out there watching him, growing more and more upset as the words suddenly started coming back to her. You were acting childish, you were putting me on the guilt trip, you were being dumb, I was pissed off at you, if I was mean I wouldn’t come to your party tomorrow… Her eyes began to swell up with tears. She sat down and looked at the house she had had so many fun times in. The house she was planning on being in that night. The house that she loved going to. The room that held many good memories. The room that he had been in when she last talked to him. It was all dark now, except for the Christmas tree. All locked up and tucked in for the night. She sat down and breathed in the thoughts that were floating around her.
    She looked at the room again. Then got up and instead of running, she walked. Her hands were in her pockets, her head was hung down, and her eyes watering and flowing with tears. She kicked a few pebbles out of her path as she sniffled. Why had he been so mean to her? Why did she still love him? Why didn’t she tell him off? I can do so much better than him. Why am I still with him then? The questions rolled through her mind as she passed the street light that would always turn off when she walked by it. I’ll still have a good Christmas even if you are pissed off at me. Your words won’t affect me. “Well, at least he will have a good Christmas,” she thought.