Danny's Pet Snail

Interrogation

The woman sits down across from me, she hands me a Pop Tart and asks me to continue my story. "We left that night, I guess, I was scared I was going to get caught by my parents or something, but my mom was passed out and I don't know where my dad was. I packed my stuff in my school bag and packed as much food as I could."

    I chewed my Pop Tart and stared at the camera above me. I wonder what my parents were saying about me, I wondered even more what Danny was saying about me.

    I could tell that the woman wanted me to keep going, so I did, "I remember we planned to meet at 12, so I left at 11:30, I got there before him, but only a few minutes before him. He had one bag, just like me, except he was also carrying one of those clear yogurt containers, it had holes poked in the lid and was filled with dirt, the snail was in it."

    The woman wrote something down, then she looked back at me, "You don't know what happened to the yogurt container, do you?" I looked at the ground. "Oh yeah, I remember, I'll get to that, I guess."

    "Danny named the snail Tim. It was really late, of course, so we slept under the bridge that's across the street from Frank's Diner, you've seen it, right?" The woman confirmed but looked impatient.

    "The next day, we left the town, we walked through the corn fields that are North of the town, we made it a long way, maybe 10 miles, but Danny got tired around 5, so we went to go sleep in this abandoned house that we had heard of. The next day, we made it to the city."