Breathe Carolina *Zayn Malik fanfic*

My tent is my home, it travels with me, near, and far. Thus to make my dream come true, to find the Carolina's in only my set of shoes.

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June 2ed, 2014

So my journey begins on the west coast of Washington DC, I plan to walk, I plan to ride. My horse dale along for the ride. Summer has just started, I plan to make it before winter.

Never had a job, never had a house, never owned a car, because I never finished High School. Never had a family to love or care about me, never do I think I'll have one of my-own. The little of the man I am, I hope to find the land that shall give me another chance.

I hang my bags off the saddle of my horse, two bags of food, some flasks of water, and behind that Dale will be pulling a sled. Three gallons of water, 12 boxes of matches, and 16 pieces of wood.

I let him walk around a bit before we go.

If you wonder I'm British , my old man died and is was sent to his friend Maro, a rich British governor who cared for me. Then I turned 18 then I was sent to Washington with my aunt, till she died about two years ago. No I am who I am today.

My name is Zayn now age 20, I'm in search of a better life and a family. If I make it I sure hope I find what I'm looking for. If I die, at least I die trying to reach my dream. I'd rather die getting there, rather then getting there and finding out I did it for nothing.

My childhood, was very messed up, my mother abused me and a girl who's now my ex. My god that girl was beautiful. I pray to find her in the Carolina's, she said she was moving there about 5 years ago. She was my pride and joy, I thought I was my forever, I sill do. I still think she's my princess, and it's a shame our son didn't make it because of my mom, that's one day I'll never forget.

Not to make this journal awkward but her name was, Alyssa. Well this ride is about to kickoff. I will write in this journal that she got me every-time I stop and that whenever I can.

I predict that the journey will take me about 101 days at least, no less, only more. The sun I on the horizon and I'm getting ready to depart this tiny tent, fold it up and head out.

One bar, two bars, three bars, four. I count as I pull my tent apart. Time to leave, I wish myself luck and all that I am. I said not one goodbye to no one, why?, you may ask, well I have no one to say goodbye to.