I’ve been walking along the main road for an hour now, according to my dying cell phone. Anna called but I didn’t answer it. Derrick called afterwards then, too, but I didn’t answer that either. I guess I just didn’t want to deal with them anymore – pretty much the entire point of running away.

I got tired of cars honking at me and trying to run me over, so I found a dirt path at the edge of the woods and decided to follow it. Good, I can find a cave or something for me to sleep in, and it’ll be nice and dark. But lo and behold, I wasn’t in the woods for long, instead I was lead into a stable. There was a neat little house just to the left of it, and to the right was a riding ring.

I was going to turn around, but I was called after. “Miss, Miss are you lost?”

“Yeah. Lost. That’s what I am.”

“Well come with me, your probably starving!” This dear old lady brought me in the house. Great, more people to deal with. But while I’m here, maybe she’ll teach me to ride?