I woke up shocked by the honk of the bus. I scrambled to get everything together and walked up to the bus door. This is usually the moment in movies where the kid has second thoughts on running away and then tells the driver, “Never mind,” but that’s not me. I walked into the bus with a confident step and my chest facing the sky.
The bus only cost twelve dollars for 63.5 miles, so I still had plenty of money left for food and maybe a bike.
The first step to my plan was to make it to Naples, Florida, get a job as a babysitter, stay there for about a month, and then move on. My plan was already in motion. It was all happening so fast.