Chapter 4

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Reyna P.O.V

I know what you're going to ask.
And honestly I don't know the answer to that question either.

Well, was it my choice?

I guess.

Why don't you know

Because I just don't know. Why are you asking me these questions.
Wait, I know the answer to that.
Because you are nosy and want answers. But guess what? Just like the new episode of your favorite T.V show, it hasn't come yet.

I had a perfect life. The perfect family. The perfect house. The perfect friends. The perfect job. The perfect grades. The perfect boyfriend.
But I decided to leave it all behind about a year ago. I decided to run away. As fast as my legs could take me.
I emptied and packed my huge black school bag and filled it with supplies. My warm and loose clothing and shoes. My toothbrush. Some water. Pictures. My passport, ID, drivers liscense, wallet, basically everything important. And a whole lot of food.
Then I hopped on my BMX bike.
So tecnically I didn't run, I rode.
I came here after tons of ridding and some walking, I arrived here, Seattle Washington. It would usually take 4 days and 20 hours. But I made stops in places for 1-3 days. Took one cab through out the "trip" and lost my bike the last day on the road.

Why Seattle? You ask.

Well my friend. Seattle looks so nice and... friendly. Plus I wanted to get as far away from home as I could.
The journey was pretty long and harsh and I came out of it looking like a stick but I survived. I arrived here in Seattle 2 days ago. I walked into the nearest bank and set up an account yesterday. The day before I just slept on the street with my blanket and a pillow. But today is today is today, and today I got a lot of buisness to sort out.

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