Join our two flaming, teen-spirited teen spirits as they blaze their way through both a metaphorical and literal desert. Here's the story so far: Sam would never have truly been ready to run away. Her bags were packed and her bruises were real, but despite constant incentive from her terrible father some part of her still fantasized of family ties- to her mysterious mother, to her uncaring father, and to Tip. Tip never had ties to begin with. No family, no siblings- now, no home- but one friend: Sam. But she was always ready to run. Anytime, from since she could remember, she had the urge to steal, to lie, to simply... run away. From everything. Everything; except Sam. - Thanks for checking this out! I'm so grateful for every comment I've gotten thus far- all of you really inspire me to write in ways I haven't before. If you I'm writing about you... I am. Please, whenever you think: "hey, that was pretty decent," or even: "wow, that was fuckin awful," please, regardless, let me know you felt any emotion whatsoever by posting a vote or comment. I'll know. I a l w a y s k n o w . #freementalillness Thanks for reading :) !!!