The Diary of Bree Thomas.

Chapture Eight : On The Road.

Dear god,

I've been on the road for a day now.

It's just now getting dark.

I haven't ate sense this morning when I left.

I think wringing that letter was the hardest thing I've ever done.

I meant everything I said.

I'm two towns over now, I don't remember what it called but it bigger than Home.

I still haven't figured out where I'm going yet. I'm thinking New York. It will be a long walk.

I have $600 on me. That's plenty to get a bus ticket. I have spent a couple dollars on hair dye, but that's it.

It's almost dark here. I'm behind a run down gas station.

My feet are starting to get sore form all the walking, but I know I'll get use to it.

Love,

Bree