As they got closer, I prayed that they wouldn’t say anything, even look my way. The last thing I needed was someone else questioning me. I just want to reach California. Please, everyone leave me alone until then.
I should be as disconnected as possible- no friends, family, and now no job, but people are still around. I thought the recession would keep everyone else inside, but I guess I’m not the only one without a house now.
I filled my empty pockets with granola bars, packed a bag of dog food, and traveled the modern day Oregon Trail.