The gray haze of early morning has started to lift when I reach the abandoned church at the corner. I know that she won't look for me here, and I really need some more rest before I figure out what I am going to do now. I use a hairpin to pick the lock, a skill I had to perfect when I started riding the bus home in fifth grade and she wouldn't give me a house key.
It's dusty inside and filled with stale air, and I wonder how long it's been since anyone has been in here. It's dark and I feel my way forward until I get to the wall along the side. There is paper covering the windows, and I peel back a corner, letting in the morning light. After my eyes adjust, I look around, realizing that it is mostly just a large and empty space.
I curl up in the corner and let myself drift, hoping that sleep will claim me before my thoughts do.
I wake to the sounds of movement and force myself to lie still until I determine that it is just an animal in the attic space. I rub my eyes and notice that the light has shifted. I look down at my battered old watch to see that it is almost noon. I pull out one of the sandwiches, and while I am nibbling on half of it, I count the money that my sister has given me.
Thirty-seven dollars. It's a lot more than nothing, but not enough to really be of much help. I know that I will need to be frugal, but I also need a plan. I pull out my diary and make myself a list. What are the most important things right now? Food, water, shelter, and security, these are basic human needs, right?
1)Food: I have sandwiches and granola bars to last me a week if I am careful.
I'll need more soon, but for now, I am okay.
2)Water: I can refill my bottle anywhere there is a public restroom.
I'm not too concerned about this, because I am in the middle of a big city.
3)Shelter: I can stay in this church tonight, but need to move further away from the house tomorrow.
I remember reading about churches opening their doors to travelers. Maybe I can find another one to bunk down in tomorrow?
4)Security: I need to get a light and find myself a place that is safe.
After everything that happened yesterday, I'm more aware than ever of the evils in the world. I need to keep myself as far away from people as I can.
I know that I will need to find a source of income, a way to save money and get myself away from Charleston. I will start looking for a job tomorrow, after I go to the store for supplies. I finish my sandwich half, and wrap up the other. I decide to try and sleep a little more, and hope that my body will use the time to heal.
I manage to sleep the entire night through, and when I wake, it's 8:30 in the morning.
Since I've never really been anywhere before, I'm unsure about which direction to go. I know that there is a supermarket about a mile down the road, so I decide to start by using their restroom, and hopefully, someone can point me towards the local discount store.
I walk into the market and look around for a bit.
"Can I help you," an older lady questions me. She has salt and pepper hair and an air of superiority on her face.
"May I please use your restroom," I ask.
She stares at me for a moment, and I realize that I must look a mess. "Restrooms are for customers only," she snipes.
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Sang Sorensen is a bright and talented seventeen year old ballerina who has finally had enough. She's barely survived the last year at Ashley Waters High, and when the abuse, both at school and at home, comes to a head, she does the only thing she c...