The Diary of Amanda Livington[on hold]

September 20

I finally made it into town today, it was much farther then I had expected, but I have no sense of direction. For all I knew, I could have been closer to Mexico than the North. Thankfully, I bought a map, and some food. I studied the map for a while until I found a small town called Oatmeal. It was about 480 miles away. If I continued up the farm road I was on, I think I can make it by the 22nd of October, if and only if, I could average fifteen miles a day. I’m not really sure if I can average such high of a number, but if I could get there Halloween, I could round up a bag of candy and be on my way to find a place to stay for the winter if it gets harsh. That's about all I have for plans, I’m no very good at planning. I just hope I can make it that far without being found.