Dagbogsoptegnelse: Flugt til Gold Coast

I woke up because an ugly big dog started barking at me and with the feeling of freedom. My mom probably found out at this point that I’m not coming home and that's good because I won’t. I walked through the little city and went over to help an old woman that had fel. This very nice women out of nowhere hand me 30 bucks that were enough to help get to next big city Gold Coast. So I jump on the next train to Gold Coast it took 1 hour of my time and it was boring. But when I stood out of the train I saw a city, a city with a beautiful view and little small water canals. I was walking the city and saw all these clothing stores with clothing that my mom would have said I should buy. It was a long dress with small flowers and a sunhat as well as sunglasses. But instead, I went into a little boutique where I bought a biker outfit were there stood president on the back. As I was walking down the streest I saw one of those classic tv stores where you can see the news from the outside and I saw me, they are searching for me. My mom was really thinking about getting me back. I was not coming back. I needed a place to stay and sleep because the sleep I got tonight wasn't amazing. I thought about a place, a place that were mostly used for homeless people, a homeless whereabout. And I found a place, in the middle of the city to sleep, but there was not enough room for me. So yeah I found a bench but is always better than sleeping on the ground. So here I’m writing with my backpack stuffed under my head on the bench, but I have never been better.