After a resless night and most of the day thinking i finally decide i want to go to the Gold Coast. In Australia. I just have to get out of here and then i could board a plane and be free. Ah it seemed so easy in my head.
Hmm how do i get out of here.
Been here 2 months...
Know most of the place and how it runs... hmmm
I stand up and of my bed and stroll around my room for 5 minutes. I contemplate what to do.
Finally i have an idea.
I would get out of this room...somehow. And then get to the mail room. I had no idea where that was but i would figure there should be signs. I had heard the guards mention the mail room to each other. It was meant to deliver drugs to some other places.
Then once i was in there i would get into a large box and someone would transport me outta here.
I stop pacing and sit down on my bed again. I look around my colourless room. I glance up at the roof and the barred window. This really was a hell hole.
I jump up; off my bed and walk to my closet. I grab hastily at all my warmest clothes.
Note to self : as soon as i get to Australia buy new clothes!
I stuff the remaining clothes in a ripped plastic bag and put the bag under my mattress. Then i sit down and wait for dinner.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Make Your Mind Up
Ficcióshe had been there too long, she needed to get away, maybe somewhere along the coach? she had enough money saved up in the bank to buy a house. so how to do it? how to escape. the story of Hillary senton.
