The wind is blowing hard in my face I can barely stay on my bike. I hold on tighter to the handles and lean in.
I'm not giving up.
I start peddling harder and switching the gears. I have to take a break.
I peddle for a few more minutes until I find a motel.
My room isn't to exciting. Just one of those beds that smell like a bunch of sweaty old man just slept here. There's a tv, a dresser, a small bathroom and a window.
I look out the window. There's a couple stars in sky but all the smoke is covering it.
I wish I could just fly into that sky right now.
I decide to call my mom to tell I'm in a motel.
I wonder what she's gonna say to Jane and Louis.
Why was the last thing I said to Jane ok?
It's time for me to bed. I decide to lie on the floor instead.
No way am I sleeping on that bed.
I dream what I always dream, me flying in the sky with huge angle wings.
I want this dream to come true so bad!
