Jane stood at the edge of the ocean. She could feel the cool spray of the ocean as it clung to her tan skin. The sun just begining to break in the horizon was making the ocean look more like glass. Then the sun started catching the flicks of red in Jane's auburn hair as it rose higher in the sky. She began to run along the waters edge. Jane's body looked like it belonged at the ocean every slight curve of her thin frame seemed to command the current to her. She moved as if she was floating off the earth and commanding everything to stand still except the tide coming in. The tide began washing over her bare feet and seemed to be the only thing holding her to the earth. Jane stopped running and the earth seemed to move again. Jane had ran along the ocean many times in her life. This seemed to be another run, but she knew this one was different because it would be her last. Jane had been accepted into a college where there was no ocean. On the walk back home Jane began thinking of her past and her present. She knew she would never be back to this place. Her parents had died some time ago and she was being raised by a guardian named Angie who found Jane a rather strange child growing up. Angie through time had left Jane alone and stopped trying to get her to be like the other children. Jane knew from the age of seven that she was different and she did not care as to what others thought of her. Jane remembered a conversation she had with Angie when she was ten. Angie had asked her, "Jane why don't you play with the other children." Jane replied with complete confidence, "because they are boring. They always play the same games. They refuse to play anything different or no reason at all." Angie looked at Jane and asked, "don't you want the other children to like you? Don't you want to fit in? It's quite simple to play along with them." Jane answered simply, "I do not care if the other children like me, or if I fit in. I rather not play along with children when what they are playing something I find boring. It is a waste of my time, and I'm not going to pretend I like them." All of a sudden a car drove by breaking Jane's thoughts of her past. She walked into town to Angie's house and climbed th steps of the front porch and sat down on the stoop. At that moment Angie was coming to the door and she saw Jane sitting there. She knew she should feel sad that this child would no longer be in her house but all she could feel was relief and happiness. Angie had grown to almost hate Jane. She knew why but refused to admit it to herself. She hated her because she could never be a free as Jane is. She could never not care as to how others perceived her and only care about herself and what she thought and wanted.