Get to a phone

Marie knew the most reliable answer to her problems: calling her mom. As much as she dreaded what it would take to call her mom, she knew it was definitely the best choice.

“Ok...” Marie thought to herself, crouching down in the bushes. “Well first thing’s first, I’ve got to call her. There’s a gas station down the street that I go to, maybe they’d help me out!”

Marie patted herself on the back for the idea, and looked towards the street. She gulped, acknowledging the daunting task ahead of her. “...It’s not that far...” Marie assured herself, butterflies fluttering within her stomach. “...Just a half mile. That’s it.”

Marie was about to start running towards the tree in her front yard, and had begun mapping a route that kept her as concealed as possible, when another idea entered her mind. “I could just... make a run for it. Like ripping off a band-aid.” She stood in idle thought, unsure how best to proceed.