Taking Chances

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 There's nothing here. I'm not kidding. Nothing. I look out the window, and at the barren land. The only color is the blandish tan that nobody likes. There's no plants, not with the suffocating heat here. And to think I thought I might need long-sleeves. And there are no animals, since they are so much smarter than the people who thought it might be a good idea to live here. I mean, seriously? Why would you want to be here? Not that I had a choice. But no...If I think about it...

"Hey, you okay?" I look at the only human in a 3-mile radious, my father.

"Yes," I lie.

Not deciding to push it, he continues driving his marroon pick-up. Rolling my eyes, I turn my head back to the window. Not to look out it, but to hide the tears starting in eyes. No... I promised myself, I would stay strong.

So I stare forward. Not blinking, not moving, not thinking, not feeling.

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