Eventually, I crossed the border into Missouri. My heart swelled with happiness, and I felt free. The foster care system didn't have me in it's iron shackles, neither did any adult. I was free to just be me. I parked at a Walmart about 10 miles into Missouri, and I bought clothes, makeup, and hair extensions, plus some body soap, and shampoo and conditioner. Then, I drove to a motel, and showered. It was past 12 a.m. by the time I actually went to sleep.
When I woke up, it was dark outside again. I had no idea exactly how long I'd slept, but I didn't care to check either. I went into the bathroom, changed into a shirt and skinny jeans, and then put on a jacket. I did my makeup (surprisingly and scarily well), and, well, I looked like a girl. Which was both confidence-boosting but unsettling somehow at the same time.
I went and sat on the bed, and turned on the TV. It was the Illinois news. My face was on the screen, and Candace was talking to a news anchor. She described that I was injured, and in danger. They also lied, stating I was a kidnapping victim. The bounty on my head started at 1,525 dollars. I laughed, looking at my reflection versus the picture on the screen. Nobody would find me. I was as good as gone.
But, since people were looking for me, I'd have to move. I checked out of the motel and went on my way to Branson, which was a couple hours away. I just hoped to got I didn't get caught.
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Through the Wringer
Roman pour AdolescentsDalton Versailles' life was going great until the accident. He thought the Lanes foster family could be the worst of it, but it was the exact opposite. The worst was yet to come, even over the tragedy that befell his family.
