Chapter 18

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"Come on Greenbean, we are on a move." Minho kicked my foot. I leaned up and began to walk with the others. It had been a long time since someone called me Greenbean, and for some reason, it made me feel at home.

Nothing was really happening, just mostly walking or running. No one actually talked, but that could also be because I separated myself from the group. Either being way ahead in the front, or far behind in the back.

I did not want anyone to talk to me, and to my pleasure, no one did. All I needed to do was gather my thoughts. My neck hurt and my throat burnt. Each day felt longer and longer, and the trip felt horrid.   

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