*That night*
I laid on the pull out couch.
Michael was upstairs making sure everyone was okay.
I closed my eyes but just as I did I felt another body lay beside me.
I look over and see Michael.
I smile.
He puts his hand on my face and he looks down.
"You okay?" I ask him removing him hand.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just don't want to stay here anymore." He said
"What? Why not? It's safe here."
"I know, we have one adult and we are only like 16. We need to find somewhere to stay. Like a community. Come one Cara you know that."
I do know it. I liked it here.
"Ok. We can tell the others tomorrow. In the morning. We will leave in a week okay?"
"Ok."
I roll over on my side.
I try to fall asleep.
I try to not think about all the bad going on,
or has happened.
I try not to think about what could happen trying to find a new place to stay.
I try to think about good things.
I try.
