Chapter 15

Panicking, I shoot up and hurry back down the street, bumping into a few people and getting groans and muffled curses in return. I want to apologize, I want to fit in, but I can't think straight anymore. My head can't focus on anything and before I know it, I'm leaning against the wall with the car painted on it, staring out at the road, trying to make my decision. I can try and go back, or I can stay here. I can't stay here, who am I kidding? I have no money, no friends, no shelter, no purpose?...