Walking

The cold rain hit me hard. It felt as if small cold icicles pounded into my skin. I walk. All the time. Hot, cold, wet, or dry. I really don't care about the weather.

Things weren't handed to me in life. I had to work for it. Cars aren't beneficial. They suck up all your money then your left with nothing. That's why I walk.

I'm Maralee ( MARE-UH-LEE). I'm 25. All I got in my pockets are 10 bucks, a stick of gum, and my keys. I work at a diner. Not the best job, but it gets me a couple bucks for food and an old apartment.