I forgot to record our food last time. We only have one bag of beef jerky and three granola bars left for breakfast and lunch today. We rode our bikes back into the city and began looking for someone who could take us across the border...a coyote. I'm terrified that something will go wrong, like they turn us in or kidnap us and no one would know. But Larrana seems pretty confident, so I think we'll be fine.
XOXO, Clara
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Home of the Brave
Short StoryImmigrants are often viewed as waves of unwanted citizens. You don't see their faces or hear their stories. Read from the journal entries of Clara, a sixteen-year-old crossing Mexico at an attempt to cross the U.S. border with her friend Larrana and...
