“The road stretched on and on. Not a soul in sight. I looked around and the barren landscape stared back at me. The heat was oppressive. How long had I been going? Hard to say, but I was determined not to loose my nerve. I could not stop thinking about what had happened. My head was spinning. There was no point going back to the car. I picked up my bag again and went on.”
I had come this far, my stubborn and prideful self prevented me from turning back. It was warm with the occasional wind passing by. If I wasn’t running away I would've thought I was on vacation. I was on guard, every aspect of my body was on high alert. My eyes wandered everywhere, my nose picked up the smell of sand and cold air, my ears listened to the wind and the crunching of my converse against the sandy road, the bag suddenly felt heavier like I was carrying the weight of the entire world on my shoulders. A nervous sweat made it’s way down my back. As I walked in solitude I thought about my options. I might have run away but that’s as far as my plan got, where would I run to when I had no place that I belonged to.
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