The lava boiled and bubbled below me. I was scared. In nothing but my nightie, and a thin worn-out cardigan, I have barely any protection against this roaring volcano, and the creaky bridge which my toes are just placed on. No one to save me, no where to go, what shall I do? I ran away from home, and I am not coming back to the yelling, the slapping, and the crying alone in the bathroom. This bridge could determine the rest of my life. I don't know what I should do, but I need an answer soon.
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