Letters to April

€hapter 12

  "Atlanta, Georgia, Atlanta Georgia" The driver we have gotten to know as Tabitha reports through the bus speakers.

We ended up talking to Tabitha about everything that has happened that led us, well me, to decide to take a trip across the country. Me and Chester both fell asleep after about a hour of talking to the nice lady and now, we wake up to darkness. I lift my head off of Chester's shoulder and rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"What time is it?" I ask aloud from my spot on the cold bus floor.

"Four in the morning." A short women that looks to be in about her late twenties huffs with annoyances a she exits the bus.

Me and Chester wait patiently until everyone is off the bus until we stand up and thank Tabitha. She smiles brightly from her spot at the wheel and nods. We  collect our two bags before walking towards the door of the bus.

"Good luck kid." Tabitha says through a sympathetic smile. "Hope you find April."

"Me too." I give a weak smile and wave shortly before joining Chester outside the bus.

"What now?" Chester turns to me, worry on his face.

Good question. Worry starts to  sink into me as well. After all, were five hours from home, alone, and have three hours till the next bus gets here. Tabitha has told us we would have to take a bus to New York City, then go from there to Boston. Which I am a mixture of excited and angry about. Were going to New York, which is amazing, but that puts even more time on me getting to April. But right now, I have three hours in Atlanta Georgia. Hm. I've never been to Atlanta.

"Let's go explore." I shrug and begin to walk away from the bus station.

"Wait, really?" I hear Chester exclaim from behind me. "Alone? In the city? Do you remember what happen last night?!?" He continues his rant.

I just shrug and mumble, "I'm not scared." As I continue to stalk away from him. 

I hear Chester grunt a couple of times before foot steps pitter-pater from behind me.

"Ugh wait up." Chester calls as he jogs after me, a irritated expression on his face.

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One barbecue joint and a couple shops later, we find our selfs walking aimlessly along side a  narrow river.

Luckily, we caused no more attention to ourselves like we did last night, and I'm glad. I don't think I could handle another lunatic running after us again. You know, it still doesn't feel real. It's hard to believe we legit did this and are actually in Atlanta Georgia. My mind constantly wants to worry about what's going to happen when I get back home to my mother, or when I get back to school and have to make up all this extra work, but I don't let my head wonder like that. I try to just think about right here right now, and as cheesy as it sounds, just live in the moment.

The sun has barely risen and light has started to fill the town.

"We need to head back to the station in about thirty minutes." I inform Chester as we stroll along the river that slowly becomes more and more shallow.

"I'll set a alarm." Chester responds as he takes out his old black berry phone. Even though it's just a simple phone that allows him to call, text, and set alarms, I'm still highly jealous he gets a phone at all. Chester locks his phone after setting the alarm and pushes it back into his pocket as we approach a old weathered cement bridge. It really has no use, since the river dried up a few feet back and you can easily just continue walking under the bridge.

Chester continues walking without a thought, but me, I stop directly under the bridge and study the old material. It's a captivating site, to me at least. Old metal panels stick out from the bridge forming something that almost looks like a play ground. I spot a line of the metal bars that make a perfect set of monkey-bars and the child in me immediately runs over to the panels.