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 Sarah looked out her window. Another argument with her mother had her crying in her room. She sat by her window, her tears flowing with the rain. She wished the sun would come out. The rain only reminded her of the place that she left behind and could never go back to. The tears seemed to fall faster now. She had no home. Not anymore. She had over stayed her welcome in this world. This had been obvious since she had started high school. The fake friends that didn’t care if she lived or died, the stupid ladies at church that she knew despised her, her own family seemed to hate her. The Joneses (Jones was her mother’s maiden name)

Peregrina Aimlessly wandering. Unable to rest. Impermanence in its truest form. Nowhere to go. Shunned at every turn. She must press forward. To forget what was left behind. She must chase a stupid dream. That is always just beyond reach. Strayed from the beaten path. The wanderer travels on.