My dream home
The more I dream about the wide open spaces and many miles to explore, the pull is greater each time. But the city has imprisoned my freedom and spirit.
The hotel that I stay in is big and fancy but, all the noises outside give me no rest. School is no different; bullies this way and that. Nothing is helping me of my dream.
"Sure it sucks." Vic said shrugging her shoulders at me. "We all want fre-"
"You're missing the point. Not everyone likes the noisy city."
After that I could tell she went into thinking. But my dream is stronger then any harsh word could sting.
The fight for our lifes
There's nothing better then having that one or two others you trust fight with you. For I should know.
The date was January 12, 1520,