Wagon- 2/1

It's cold. My dress is ripped. I can't even feel the tears falling down my cheeks. It smells

raunchy. It feels damp. It looks broken down on the inside, I can hardly imagine what the

outside looks like. I am surrounded by a bunch of losers who have been trying to feel me up

for the last couple of hours. The driver says that he is taking me to see my parents, but he

won't say exactly where that is. I honestly don't even know where my parents are, I have

been trying to find them for the last couple of days. They were recruited by the local military

to do who knows what. It is said that all recruits go to southern Alabama, but I have yet to

hear of a recovery story. I miss them, and I know that wherever they are, they are missing

me too.

This road is bumpy and it is impossible to fall asleep in an upright, sitting position. As

desperate as I am for sleep I dare not lay my head on any of the guy's shoulders. There is a

little boy across the wagon on the floor who looks to have been neglected even before this

god-forsaken ride. I pity this poor little boy who probably does not have any family to miss or

any family to miss him. I hope that wherever we are going I can stay with him and look after

him because nobody else ever will. He needs me as much as I need him and I hope that we

can be there for each other on this long journey. We are still in Kentucky, southern Alabama

is a long ways away. I just hope I can make it that long without loosing my strength or

faltering from my hope. Mom and Dad I will find you, I promise.